Rolling

The blood we share on the mats

Pulsing to the crunching of our ears

A slap of a fist for respect

We delve within ourselves to feel

For the truth of who we are inside

In their eyes I see the beast inside

Not the one of popular imaginations

But the quiet one whose growl

Resonates with the freedom

To stand for who I am,

unshackled

From societies expectations

Perceptions and deceptions

Who’s choice instead

Encompasses

The gentle word

The silent smile

The ferocious growl

To allow

The tender touch

(C) Francis Mcgivney

Brazilian jiu jitsu is for everyone but after a while it’s only for those with the beast inside