mother and father

i have my mother's fight and my father's loyalty. and when it's good, it's grand. i will paint your skies every shade of purple i can find. i will stand by your side like man's best friend, fighting for you, fighting with you. i have my mother's fight and my father's loyalty, but when it's bad...it's bad. but i will still be here when you say my skies look more like bruises from fighting too hard, too much- words thrown like fists, messy and unrefined. i will still be here even when you tell me my lavender sky was unrealistic, my head always stuck in the clouds. i have my mother's fight and my father's loyalty- but what good does that combination do me when they aren't together anyways?

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