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
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