Rueful Realizations

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.