I have a chin for eating linguini,

Sauce splatters, caught in the crook of an ungodsly crease

     Save that for later

Dad gave me that chin for withstanding hard punches;

Dad also gave the hard punches.


I have a nose that’s … iconic.

Like the statue of liberty or the eiffel tower

     Something good for targeting something bad 

Dad gave me that nose for withstanding hard punches;

Dad also gave the hard punches.


I have bones that have never been broken.

They’ve been bruised and fractured, I bet, but never broke.

     Can’t salt-mine these bad boys

Dad gave me the bones for withstanding hard punches;

Dad also gave the hard punches.


I have muscles (not muscles, but muscles) that flex

When they need to and, though atrophy is a thing, they

     Have not failed me yet

Dad gave me the muscles for running and living;

Dad also gave the reasons to run.


I have that iron (maybe steel) in the blood that says

     You may go down but you’ll always get up

Some call it adrenaline, some call it stubbornness,

Dad gave the spirit in my blood;

Dad also gave spillage.


So, you see, brothers, forgiveness is not merely let-go ego.

Forgiving a thing is a matter of perspective.

     It’s helped more than it hurt

Dad gave us these things to be strong, to never launch or land a punch;

Dad gave us the privilege of fighting.