Justin Strickland

Poems:

White Belt

 
The alarm goes off, clock reads four am
Time for BJJ again

Grab your rashguard, belt, and gi
Water for when you get thirsty

Deodorant, brush teeth, practice good hygiene
Oh no! It's already four fifteen!

Hurry up! You're gonna be late for class!
Burpees if you don’t move your ass!

Four twenty-five, you made it, phew!
Let's go learn some jiu-jitsu!

“Gather round,” Professor speaks
“Today we'll practice these techniques.”

Mount escapes, better use your hips
Break their posture, get good grips!

My opponent sweeps, I'm in their guard!
Protect your neck, man this is hard!

Now I find myself crushed north south
Did someone's sweat drip in my mouth?

As I struggle from underneath
I think ‘stay calm, relax, just breathe’

I sigh with relief when the round finally ends
We extricate our tangled limbs

Four rounds left, or maybe five
How much longer can I survive?

I'm getting joint locked, I’m getting strangled
Rear naked choked, and also triangled

Slap bump, the next round has begun
I'm forced to tap to yet another submission

Why do I do this? Am I insane?
Subjecting my body to bruises and pain

So much to learn, I feel so far behind
Don't quit, keep going, embrace the grind

“Do you think I'm improving?” I ask the professor
His reply, “Of course! You're getting much better!”

Training is over, I smile and say
“Thank you for choking me, have a nice day!”
      
Illustration of White Belt