Your tattooed face does not belie,
Nor knife wound across cheek overshadow,
Your dimpled smile.
Your incoherent words
Or short explicit lyricism
Do not besmirch your enthusiasm.
You plan to strip tease
Pan-handle for girlfriends on Broadway
And teach kindergarten
Where full spectrum of colors and races bring wonder
And all children participate together.
You’ve been hurt by others
Been to prison
Know the real gangsters
Know the underground livin’;
But yet, when she grabbed your pants
And pulled them up
You complained about assault
Rather than give way to aggression.
Your tattoos and battle-scars
Do not make you seem lifeless.
You’re on your guard, but nevertheless
You see life’s beauty
And I’ve seen you laugh eternal.
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