Snake Skin Poem by Prince Andy Bighorn

A baby's bottom pressed from God's love
Toddlers scraped knees, push and shove
Repeal the layer, repaint the hurt
Heal the scar, rebirth the spirit

Teenage acne, accompanied angst
Clashing of parents, a period of pranks
Rattler's second molt, a new age dawns
A young prime Rattler, sacred mojave lawns

Inked up of beauty, colored scars
Our new age defines in neon parlors and bars
Tattoos of art, notches of pain
Feel my heart, hear my brain

Saggy epidermal organ, the twilight time
Tattoo scarred beauty, wounds healed in time
Breath is pricy, skin will be
A Czar of Love I'm meant to me

The snake sheds ages upon Mojave Sands
Memories do not vanish, forever they stand
Your struggle in Stages, deny not self
Love is the Kingdom, Love is the Wealth

The rattlers gone, never to return
The final layer shed, sun here to burn
The last shed chronicles all the Experience
A rattlers life is grand, do not relinquish