She was a curious creature
a rebellious one to boot.
I knew
the blows in the ring were not
going to keep her down.

 

Blow after blow
she rose and fell.
Fighting tears 
I think 
Losing track 
of jeers and cheers.
They mattered not.

 

She was a pint 
in the ring
facing her maker
with no fear.

 

I know not how it will end
But she fights a good fight.
Tomorrow you will whisper

her name

in awe not in jest.

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Dedicated to Sumi B Thomas