What would I tell Mama?


He was the perfect gentleman
His voice, though deep, appealed
His hands though rough
Were caring and loving
He loved all
And would hurt none.

I brought him home.
"He has tattoos,"
Mama noticed and was disgusted.
"He sings in a club?"
Papa asked again
for the thousandth time.
He shook his head.
Uncle Ted came in
And wondered what a man
With dreads wanted
in a Christian home.
"Such men," he warned,
"Should be dreaded."

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