The Fighting Heart

 
 
 
I've never put myself in  
a boxing ring or heard  
my name being chanted  
 
but I guess I was born to fight,  
 
in a way my mind always  
asks the big questions  
people never wish to be  
asked or challenged on  
 
so perhaps I was born to fight  
 
sure I can blame the fucked  
up background, I can discuss  
bone-dust lingering beneath  
the carpet, I can blame poor  
guidance, I can blame my  
mother taking off, my bastard  
father, being left to my own  
time ticking devices as a kid  
 
but it reminds me I was born to fight
 
that I can survive on little to nothing,  
be axed from terrible jobs, stand face  
to face against those who looked at me  
with fury and hatred in their eyes and  
I can see them hurting inside, liberate  
those who could not continue to stand  
alongside me in my stages of life  
 
so I was born to fight,  
 
my heart slides on  
gloves everyday  
 
in this ring we  
dearly call  
earth.