Monday, October 9, 2017

New Tattoo

It's sunny in Kansas City 
but my heart still hurts 
like a new tattoo 
like my face in the cold 
in my very first fight 
it was two on one
and I have a mind
that is triggered like a gun 
I have an anger 
that lights me up, 
puts my heart in danger
of giving up 
of going cold, of growing older
my heart still feels 
like a mountain boulder 

it's sunny in Kansas City 
but my heart still stings 
like the slap of the waves 
salt on the wounds
pain that it brings

but you are the bedrock 
on which I stand 
you are the rock 
in the city of sand 
my roots are deep
I will not fold 
but I need a fathers 
hand to hold

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