A dance of grace, a battle fierce and true.

With every move, a story they repeat,

In Jiu Jitsu’s art, old yet ever new. 

With discipline and skill, they take the floor,

Each hold and lock a testament of might.

In silent struggle, they both seek for more,

In every twist they strive to see the light. 

The mat becomes a canvas for their fight,

Where strength and strategy entwine as one. 

Where every roll, they push with all their might, 

In Jiu Jitsu’s world, the battle’s never done. 

So let us learn from this ancient art’s display,

In Jiu Jitsu’s way, we find our strength to stay.

Phone 

Ringing 

My pocket 

Buzzing on and on

Caller ID known as death cast

Fragile like a glass pitcher 

But capable of holding boiling water without issues. 

I am a daughter, but I am not weak. 

Teenager

I enjoy sleep

And I like to please myself by going out and spending money

I am a teenager but I am not lazy nor wasteful. 

Stubborn 

“Emotionless, feisty” maybe,

I can be supportive, loyal, and affectionate.

All I need is a reassurance of safety. 

I am stubborn, but I am not rude. 

Split into thirds this place feels small

Hallways are always clogged. 

Recess is the best part. 

You cannot deny. 

Fresh air, fresh breeze.

Two classes 

Then the 

(ring). 

It smells like spring blossoms.

It tastes as warm as a pizza on a Friday night.

It sounds like a call from a morning dove.

It feels like a warm hug from my mom after a long day.

Happiness is beautiful.