They work hard
With blood and sweat
Just to get a golden star
In their shirts
No matter the cost
Or injury that they face
Or the yells that they take
On the game field
Or the dives and the pushes
That they get,
However they still manage to work
As a team and a family
In order to be successful
Their words might not matter to others
As they fight for equal pay
However they will succeed
And make history
So to the reader who is reading this,
So, what is your goal?
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In the night sky, in the stadium that has millions of fans watching, there were two players on the field. One player from the opposite team was behind the penalty line, while the other player from the other team was on the goal line. The player behind the penalty line had sweat running down her face, her hair was messed up, her face had a few bruises, as well with some scratches and a few scars on her arms and legs, along with small bits of blood on the corner of her lower lip. The player behind the penalty line also had line traces on the upper part of her face, as if she was wearing a clear face guard.
The player behind the penalty line looked at the goalie and waited for the ref's signal, after looking at what direction of the net she was going to kick the soccer ball to. The player behind the penalty line took a few steps back, away from the soccer ball. After hearing the ref's whistle, the player on the penalty line sighs, and runs to the soccer ball to kick it.
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