Never mistake my
Velvet skin, curvaceous
Thighs, tender heart,
And delicate sighs as
Proof of weakness
Inherent.
All these soft and
Gentle signs belie
A greater strength
Living deep inside.
I can be stretched,
I can be strained,
I can be wrenched
In pain.
Yet I remain unbroken.
Bruises on my hips,
Bloodied hands all rent,
Silent screams upon my lips.
Yet I remain unbroken.
Back down from what you dish?
Fat chance.
I’m all steel and iron will
Throwing down for this deal.
I am unbroken.
And when it’s over, still there,
Velvet skin, curvaceous
Thighs, tender heart, and
Delicate sighs.
All that I am
Remains unbroken.
(Photo features competing athletes from the 2013 FRCF Masters Championship; Women’s 40-44 age group.)
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