Bring the rain leave the sun

comes back to me

Maybe I'm like my father the way I tend to run

Away everytime I'm in a relationship and not

because of that same saying "yep,
their scared of commitment."

Which the older people like to say

Looking at the new generation.

Maybe I'm like my father with the height of a tall tree and too much hair for a bush

Maybe I'm like my father the way my mother always scolds me for not checking up on the people I'm somehow related to

But never seem to call because I lack the care
Or simply don't want to

I'm not my father because I would've

Never leaven my child to grow up thinking

That all roots grew up the same that all

Men are the same, that humans tend

To love the same.

I'm not my father with the way he never

Even contact or stayed in touch with his

Kid, but just to ask your aunt or uncle

To pass on five pounds to him

Over the phone from me to him

Like money lies within my sight.

Maybe I'm not like my mother with the way I
Won't hesitate to run the other way

Maybe I'm something like mother with the way I give and give and everyone takes and takes

Leaving me to think and say, "What am I giving to me?"

"When I have given all to them?"

Maybe I'm like that figure of being

through the window with troubles and problems, all just the same

Or maybe I want to be or am more than just

My mother, my father, that figure, and me.

-ashespoetry