you look just like your mother
i guess i do carry her tenderness well
you both have the same eyes
cause we are both exhausted
and the hands
we share the same wilting fingers
but that rage your mother doesn’t wear that anger
you’re right
this rage is the one thing
i get from my father
-Rupi
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