Strange, a southpaw marries a pugilist,
only a year apart, the same birthday,
under their tutelage, I learned nothing,
to listen to my father's eulogist
he was beloved by our community,
praised for his generosity, to say
alcoholism in a man can bring
wine, women and song, at least, he could dance.
Pity, I missed my opportunity
as a child to fight back, punch, kick and bite
the boxer, my father, his drunken rage,
hungry for the chance to destroy, to write
our family legacy, outside the cage
some call prison, others call home, no chance.
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