Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Tough Chick

My muscles are pool noodles.
    My ankle is swollen.
I have bruises and a floor burn.
    But I will play on;
        I am a tough chick.

The ball was alien.
    My hands were dead fish.
My head unclear with trash talk.
    But I will play on;
        I am a tough chick.

Like in movies and in history,
    Like in this game and the others,
There are women who stood tall and said,
    I will play on;
        I am a tough chick.

So I will shake it off,
    And I will face all doubts.
My ankle is taped.
    Time to suck it up and go.
Pass me the ball and be ready!
    I will play on;
        I am a tough chick.


For Grace

1 comment:

Susan Spicer said...

I love this poem! Awesome! I felt like I was right back on the basketball court in the heat of the game. Very nice work, Chris.