Graffiti of my Heart

 

I have to put down my pen

and pick up my heart

and etch your name

like graffiti.

 I’ll get the paint and shake it

and mark the symbols

of our gang on it

like family.

You are my turf and rumbles

are things I would show up for.

I would Defend you.

Our hood is understood

your heart is my treasure and I

will fight all the harder for it.

I know you have fought for mine.

You know tough turf love

You know the power of paint.

You show our colors and

walk the alleys unafraid.

But when we take to the streets

I will go beside you,

look ahead of you,

listen behind you.

My weapons are my history

with you.

Holsters, armed with red spray cans

and baseball bats.

Red love, red passion, and I

would swing away…for you.