If we all put together were declared a constellation we’d be called
Manhood like Man & Hood.
Here, we sharpen our people Aquí, afilamos a nuestra gente
So they’re faster in giving Para que sean mas rápidos dando
Others the bad. A otros el mal.
‘Ay’ – the red wax seal
Needs cracking first & then uncurls hurting
Every mother’s missive
Mothers go heartpool in the morning at Rita’s.
They praying their individual portions will be the same later on
When the Sun touches the horizon
But sounds like, thud! another boy fell from his bed.