Blood, sweat, tears—sounds like hardwork.
With your nose up to the sky and your eyes locked on the girl whose life you’ve sworn to protect
a butt comes crashing down on your face…
Blood.
Running the same high-energy, two-and-a-half minute routine for two hours?
Sweat.
Frustration, anger, pain…
Tears.

With a smile on my face
and a bow in my hair
I stand with confidence on that blue sprung floor
and demand applause.
I perform my hardest, even when my lungs threaten to
drop out of the butt that has just about been worked off.

I perform for a title,
not just for show.
I’ve trained and I’ve practiced for this
two minutes and thirty seconds that actually feels like
10 seconds thanks to the adrenaline
that pumps through my blood
that flows through the heart
that tells me there is nothing else I should be doing.
I have as much energy in my body as I
have sparkles on my face…

Well, I probably have more sparkles.

Don’t let this crop top and short skirt fool you.
Packed very tightly underneath this tiny uniform
is an athlete.
An athlete who is so in love with her sport that she would
throw a round-off-back-hand-spring down the altar to marry
it and say her “I do”s.

Instead of, “In sickness and in health”,
she would say, “Through the blood, sweat, and tears”
because like love, cheerleading is hard work.

Like love, the hard work is well worth it.

- Submission: This is a free-verse poem I wrote for school. Got like a 90 on this one, LOL. Hope someone enjoys it. Cheer <3 (via imacheerleader)