You had the same nun the rich
girl had in eighth grade
they called her Bulldog cause she was so short
and grumpy
and you were no Grace Kelly, no
you weren't like any of the others
rich and poor they no longer
fought about being Irish or Italian
they fought over you, Nigger Boy
or Chuck, just another kid from the projects.
One of them or one of us? Which one
you quickly found out and after awhile
it no longer mattered who it was that
called you that name.
Your fist was your best friend, sainted
hand of retribution
Full of all the grace you ever
needed.
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