Smash Face is a really bad name to give a little boy,
How could anyone do that to their wee pride and joy?
He was named this as a baby out of his parent’s silly whim,
But it had a cruel and lasting, real affect on him.
There wasn’t a nick name that could make it better,
The children would snicker as he wrote out each letter.
The boys thought he should be up for a fight,
And many a recess ended him looking a sight.
By nature he was a rather quiet shy child.
He preferred to be still and his manner was mild.
But with a name like Smash Face he found,
That teasing came with a fist and a pound.
His parents loved him, but were rather clueless,
About the teasing that bordered the edge of ruthless.
Still Smash Face managed to grow and thrive.
He made it through school and came out alive.
His experience gave him a unique point of view,
And he used that to share thoughts artful and new.
He made music and sang about the human affair,
His talent and drive was well beyond compare.
His punk band rose high up in the charts,
His fans held him tightly deep in their hearts.
For everyone knows what it means to hurt,
But Smash made it work for him in every concert.
Now, he is famous and has found his place in the world,
From his pain and suffering a gem was unfurled.
His name fits him, he can’t imagine another,
It’s still better than the one they gave to his brother.
Name can make you, they should never break you.
Day 26 of “Face Lines… and Story Lines”
Words and Image by Cicely Robin Laing©2014