I am afraid
Of leaving this life scarred and scathed.
How boring, bizarre and safe.
I need to start emboldening the brave.
I am ashamed
To be named
Tartaglia and behave as I do.
When’s the overall purpose ‘spose to guide you?
I must continue to give you a clue.
I have secrets and here is the truth,
Italian roots make me think you a mook.
Perfecting my poetry; this flow is no fluke.
V-Money makes Valid look funny.
High school; talking getting every honey
This is a letter from me,
To you before I bid adieu…
This final verse is deliberate
to prove that I’m not illiterate.
This gutsy glock obliterate
The current life I was living.
Until today I thought life was unforgiving.