Sweaty, tired and on the floor, i'm ready to give up
Picking up my pad to write, my trainer walking off
He laughs and says something I have heard before
"Get back up" he says, " it's only a fall"
Then like a breeze, I hear the name "dick"..
No..this is enough..I can't stay down any more..
It seems almost like he is mocking me
Infuriating as it is, I won't let anger cloud my moves
I slowly drop my pad, saying it over amd over in my head til' it blurts out of my mouth like a resonating echo..the mantra that keeps me from losing..
" We don't get back up because we fall, we fall because someone pushed us, so we get back up to push back".
I am about to drop this pad..he steps back
Blood dripping from my mouth, I still grin from ear to ear...everyone stops and starts watching us.
He made me hurt, now it's my turn.
Come on, Mr John , let's have some bloody fun