Cassie Lane Gray, ever so slight of frame Hit harder than a train, playing her martial games Cassie ran eight miles a day, and she never strayed Her routine was tough as iron, her boxing gloves were frayed
Her momma put her in ballet, but later on, she disobeyed Strapping wraps to wrists, uppercut finisher each day And when she said she wanted to box, her momma turned away But she was gonna fight, with no one in her way
Cassie Lane Gray grew up poor in San Jose Never had much to say, just wanted in the fray Her ballet, in a way, made her opponents pay As she moved with dancer's sway, they later would convey
Cassie's family prayed that she would portray The sweet and simpering visage of a classy dame But it wasn't in the cards, for Cassie Lane Gray The "Bantam Weight Ballerina" A strong young fighting woman Was in the ring to stay
This poem was inspired by a filthy ragtag tomboy friend that I spent a lot of my youth with. She was tough as nails and loved to box. Her parents had tried to put her on the pageant circuit every year, and every year they would find her in a ripped and muddy dress, fighting with the boys. She was such a wonderful person and despite several state boxing championships, her parents never loved or appreciated her work and accomplishments. Follow your dreams and don't let anyone try fit you into their mold.