The Wrestler
Red blotched scarred face,
Clenched teeth,
Mouth with a sour bitter taste,
Scarlet eyes bleeding pain,
Agitated menacing thoughts in the brain,
Balled up fists, white bruised knuckes,
Tense,alert body
Moving up and down as the man chuckles.
A cold hard smile creeps across his chiseled face,
telling unfortold stories of a distinguished race,
An African American wrestler, yes it is he,
Pinning his opponent,
Marching to victory.
This poem is about:
Me