The Wrestler

Tue, 06/26/2018 - 10:41 -- Jermic

Red blotched scarred face,

Clenched teeth,

Mouth with a sour bitter taste,

Scarlet eyes bleeding pain,

Agitated menacing thoughts in the brain,

Balled up fists, white bruised knuckes,

Tense,alert body

Moving up and down as the man chuckles.

A cold hard smile creeps across his chiseled face,

telling unfortold stories of a distinguished race,

An African American wrestler, yes it is he,

Pinning his opponent,

Marching to victory.

This poem is about: 
Me

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