My Limit

I'm sick of this large man telling me what I can't do A woman in the boxing world, who would've thought Ditzy blonde even know he can't stand the truth Being submissive and a victim is something I'm not People have told me my arms are too big I'm too muscular, too masculine, and not good enough But, I never will tell myself which hole to dig Because I know how to fall in and out of love My body is bruised, broken, and put through hell I am dancer, a fighter, a rider, and a poet No one can tell me opinions about myself Because I have presence, and I damn sure know it When I walk into the room, I know you know it Don't tell me when and where I belong I come in to hit and the bags and just show it This fighting spirit of mine will never be gone Yes, I am a woman and I get punched and take it This light of mine...there is no hand to dim it 100% authentic! no knowledge to ever fake it Only I get to tell myself my limit