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i have my father's nose,
temperament, and all his rage.
but i am my mother's dreams,
and all her grief.
i am my father's untamed rage,
and i see recognition in his eyes
whenever we stab each other with
sharp words— inflict wounds that
would leave scars for eternity— i
see a flash of recognition that i am
not my mother's unceasing forgiveness,
that i am not her and i see him lose some
of himself little by little.
- acb.
✶
i have my father's nose,
temperament, and all his rage.
but i am my mother's dreams,
and all her grief.
i am my father's untamed rage,
and i see recognition in his eyes
whenever we stab each other with
sharp words— inflict wounds that
would leave scars for eternity— i
see a flash of recognition that i am
not my mother's unceasing forgiveness,
that i am not her and i see him lose some
of himself little by little.
YOU ARE READING
my poems. nd shits?
Poésiei do not edit them, we die like men here. might update them to make them more fancy but that's unlikely.
