IN THE ARMOR

There are days I wear grandpa's arms around like a scarf

Sunday service at Sansun on Stockton

Boy stand if you are able, I'm Aesop like fables

There's someone at the door, a grown man gripping on my throat before it hit the floor

I cover up deep scars with tissue paper

Wrap floss around my fingertips until they scream stop

You chink ass bitch, go back to china go back to china, go back

I'm still in Chinatown, wishing I was out,

Yeah ten years of wishing as a fish that I could drown!

Sincerely paper