Wrestlers

I am a wrestler, yeah trying telling them that. 

 Walk into a room it´s 90 degree

Sweat dripping from my hands, blood running down my nose 

But people don’t see that. 

They call us names, especially gay 

Rolling around with sweated guys, that´s what the say. 

I am a wrestler the room like a bonfire

We need to know what to do 

When are bones move in places that should not be moved

Muscles acting, body calling us names.  

We watch them eat, while we must stay away

Inevitably, we will be on our backs

Somebody  will be tougher, 

Somebody will be quicker, 

Somebody will be strong enough to knock us flat. 

Its called looking at the lights

As if when we´re helpless. 

But, again they don’t see that 

They see are singlets and cover their eyes.

It is are uniform, what we must wear 

No different from football pads or basketball gear. 

I choose this sports for a reason 

3 hours a day… practice, practice, practice, sprint, sprint, sprint. 

Sometimes I cry for the greater good

Pushing my self beyond its limits 

Going harder every day making me stronger I say. 

I put in headphones to go away 

A song  know.. Lose yourself, Eminem is his name 

I know the lyrics very well ¨I say His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy¨. 

They call my name, it´s time to wrestler

Step on the line, shake hands and whistles blow

No one to save me, No one to blame it´s an individual thing. 

Using moves that take the whole body

Muscles you don’t think you have, you never use.  

6 minutes on the clock fast-paced no stop

Let’s see you try, oh wait you won´t 

You still call it gay and that all you say. 

But the real truth is you don’t get it 

You don’t have what it takes 

But that is ok 

Because I am wrestlers

So leave it to me.