I have bled for few things in my life,
probably fewer things than I should have,
but I bled once for you,
per-fuse and without regret.
I bled on your driveway as he drove off,
but ill be God damned if I'll ever let a man
make you feel less than amazing.
I bled once for pride,
I'm ashamed and I should have turned the other cheek.
I could have walked away because he dared me,
but I confused egotism with bravery.
Yeah I lost the battle but I learned to take a mean left hook,
and I may talk with a slur
but that's just because my jaw's been broke.
I think it was Hemingway that said 'many are strong in the broken places.'
I bled one last time
in the name of God, and country,
there is allot to be said when the bullets hit the pavement.
The pop's turn into whizzes
I bled that day, many of us did.
I have bled for love, pride, and sheer stupidity
I may not have bled as much as some
but I have bled my share
and I don't regret a single dropp I've dripped.
Not for you, not for me, and not for them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem