FootballA Poem by TamikaOne ball. One field. Two teams of sixteen. But on the field, All that matters, Is that one ball, And those girls. Your legs will tire, Your lungs will ache, Long before you accept retire. One bump. One fall. One Scrape. Just battle wounds. They present courage, not fear. They show strength, not weakness. On the field, You’re a warrior. On the field, You’re a villain. And on the field, You’re a hero. All at once, And once you’re all together. © 2019 TamikaAuthor's Note
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