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mom said
hit first hit hard and don’t stop
swinging till your arms hurt then
start kicking
when my older niece teased me and
called me a sissy at 10 I took out her
front teeth
I got the strap from mom and a slap from
my sister, but that little bitch never
fucked with me again
at 13 we moved into the projects
in long beach
day one dreary raining and cold
4 homies took me down and cut their
gang sign into my chest
I didn’t cry
but I was sad and more than lost
when mom saw the blood and my
torn shirt she said nothing
just thought a moment
we both thought hard
she handed me a baseball bat
stood me up and told me
eye to eye
“don’t come home till they’ve
paid. All of them.”
dead into the night I stalked them
one at a time and waited for my chance
the first one, the big one with the blue
rag hanging from his pocket
I hit in the back of the head in the ally by
the Korean market
I cracked him over and over again
and then swung the bat like a golf club
crunching and breaking ribs and smaller
bones
I found the second one walking toward the boys club
cocky black and bad
taking the long way around
down the flood canal and thru the field next the jr. high
I waited by the corner down low on my knees
when he turned the corner I swung from the ground up
and heard the sound of bones and legiments crunching and tearing
he screamed as I worked the bat over and over
up and down his body
the fat one that spit in my mouth and wanted to
piss on me was the easiest
he was in a deserted building shooting smack
and listening to the commodores
when he hit his nod, I did a running tee-off and left
him toothless
he looked like a ripe tomato only exploded
the one that rifled my pockets and had beat me
with a leather glove spiked on the knuckles
made the mistake of thinking he was safe and
strolled down the center of the burned out and
deserted apartments like a king surveying his kingdom
I brought the bat down in a streak right to the left
side of his neck
I got him there twice
when he fell
I beat his balls till I saw
blood staining his jeans
two back and forth swings
left a date with the dentist
that would take a lifetime to
fix
After that
arriving home bat in hand
I gave the bat to mom and
passed out on the floor
but in 26 years we were never
robbed and I was never fucked
with again
I was the crazy white boy
vato loco
I still am
J. Masuda © 2004
hit first hit hard and don’t stop
swinging till your arms hurt then
start kicking
when my older niece teased me and
called me a sissy at 10 I took out her
front teeth
I got the strap from mom and a slap from
my sister, but that little bitch never
fucked with me again
at 13 we moved into the projects
in long beach
day one dreary raining and cold
4 homies took me down and cut their
gang sign into my chest
I didn’t cry
but I was sad and more than lost
when mom saw the blood and my
torn shirt she said nothing
just thought a moment
we both thought hard
she handed me a baseball bat
stood me up and told me
eye to eye
“don’t come home till they’ve
paid. All of them.”
dead into the night I stalked them
one at a time and waited for my chance
the first one, the big one with the blue
rag hanging from his pocket
I hit in the back of the head in the ally by
the Korean market
I cracked him over and over again
and then swung the bat like a golf club
crunching and breaking ribs and smaller
bones
I found the second one walking toward the boys club
cocky black and bad
taking the long way around
down the flood canal and thru the field next the jr. high
I waited by the corner down low on my knees
when he turned the corner I swung from the ground up
and heard the sound of bones and legiments crunching and tearing
he screamed as I worked the bat over and over
up and down his body
the fat one that spit in my mouth and wanted to
piss on me was the easiest
he was in a deserted building shooting smack
and listening to the commodores
when he hit his nod, I did a running tee-off and left
him toothless
he looked like a ripe tomato only exploded
the one that rifled my pockets and had beat me
with a leather glove spiked on the knuckles
made the mistake of thinking he was safe and
strolled down the center of the burned out and
deserted apartments like a king surveying his kingdom
I brought the bat down in a streak right to the left
side of his neck
I got him there twice
when he fell
I beat his balls till I saw
blood staining his jeans
two back and forth swings
left a date with the dentist
that would take a lifetime to
fix
After that
arriving home bat in hand
I gave the bat to mom and
passed out on the floor
but in 26 years we were never
robbed and I was never fucked
with again
I was the crazy white boy
vato loco
I still am
J. Masuda © 2004
