Fighter

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She wanted to be an artist
Dad wanted her to be a fighter

Her first karate lesson she threw
fists into the air like spinning tissues

He’d pat her on the back after each round
she began to realize if she bluffed
enough, danced to his songs, and yelled
at the punch, he’d smile

Soon she learned, Love is a pretending game
And she started off as a terrible actress

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Art courtesy of Zhou Fun 

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