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Who am I more like, my mother or my father? I have my mother’s face and my father’s humor But my eyes are my father’s and my hair is my mother’s Although from a certain angle it seems that I have my mother’s nose And my father’s teeth But while my lips curve in my mother’s smile And my eyes crinkle into my father’s And though my shyness is my mother’s And my temper belongs to my father I sense, through my mother’s worry and my father’s words That maybe some part of me Is hiding With my father’s tenacity and my mother’s silence Some part Is hiding Under my parents’ skins
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
Terra Incognita
Who am I more like, my mother or my father? I have my mother’s face and my father’s humor But my eyes are my father’s and my hair is my mother’s Although from a certain angle it seems that I have my mother’s nose And my father’s teeth But while my lips curve in my mother’s smile And my eyes crinkle into my father’s And though my shyness is my mother’s And my temper belongs to my father I sense, through my mother’s worry and my father’s words That maybe some part of me Is hiding With my father’s tenacity and my mother’s silence Some part Is hiding Under my parents’ skins
kory-t
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
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