Chapter 2
by 
Nemo of Utopia
What Do You See?
An African-American Former Gang-Banger In His Late-Thirties. (Heterosexual.)
You look at your reflection only reluctantly. It's not your race, or the many pale scars which mar your dark mahogany skin, (beneath which ripple layers of taught muscles,) which makes you to confront your own self image: it's the tattoos, and what they represent.
Beneath each of your eyes are three black tears, each one representing a life ended at your hands. Your knuckles bear the words 'LOVE' and 'HATE'. Your shoulders each are 'decorated' with a spiderweb, for your two terms in prison. Lastly your chest is covered by a sun with a snarling panther at the center, the mark of your former allegiance to the 'Tropical Panthers' gang. Each and every one is a mark of shame.