So You Want to Be A Fighter?

The career of your choice should fit like a glove;

Though not everyone may agree with your choice,

You don’t do it for them; you do it for love.

The horror of it all is having no voice!

Becoming a fighter isn’t a picnic,

The trudge to the top is through mud and it’s thick;

Dipping your toe in and giving a little,

More likely will leave you broken and brittle.

Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Rispetto Poetry Prompt Challenge at:

Prompted from Ragtag Daily Prompt at:

Prompted from the Three Things Challenge at:

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