Here's one of my poems <.<
Drop Bombs
The beats move people in every which way
Every punch has a different pay
The hands move, pinpointing the mitts
It is not the same as boxing with kicks
The mitt holder exclaims "You're so intense"
As I move my hands, it's merely happenstance
Focusing heavily on what I am throwing
Imagining faces, empowering what I am doing
People who've wronged me, even subtly
Are an inspiration to throw things more prominently
This is a release from daily pressures
Hopefully we will get support from many others
Yeah it's weird I know