Slamming Slam Poem

You want me to sell something of myself, 

You may think that I will sell my strength, 

Strength may be bought, 

but I'm not selling.

My strength becomes me, with every-

thing I do,
whether it ,
Be
picking up
 
bags in the morning,

Getting myself off 

The bus when we get to school,

Leaning in my chair

in every class.
My strength shows,

 bequeathed me,
 
from my grandfather,

To my dad,
from him to me,
And I_
shall pass it to my children,

As the gene cycle

continues, 

And the circle
 of life keeps cycling.

So,

 you may be able to find strength

Somewhere,

But not here.

My strength is here to stay.