Your punches pour,
like rain to the floor.
Your shoves blow,
like the cold impact of snow.
But still, I’m standing.
It takes more than that
to bring me down.
I fight not just for fame,
or for the crown.
But, for the recognition,
and for my respect.
I have a will to survive.
What did you expect?
You think I’ll surrender
just by your will?
Well I’ve got news for you.
Your arrogance gives me
even more of a thrill.
My adrenaline pumps
Eyes widen.
Fists clench,
as I muster up
my strength to push.
And I focus
And sharpen my senses.
My arm thrusts,
I make contact.
My knuckles crack
at the impact.
But in the end,
you’ve fallen.
And I’m still standing.