my face resembles my mother
but she insists i act just like my father.
i mute her words trying not to think too much about it;
but inherently, a burning dynamic in my skeleton:
will your own kin,
flesh of his flesh,
bone of your bone,
leave you someday too?
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
my face resembles my mother
but she insists i act just like my father.
i mute her words trying not to think too much about it;
but inherently, a burning dynamic in my skeleton:
will your own kin,
flesh of his flesh,
bone of your bone,
leave you someday too?
let he without sin cast the first stone
from my poetry book, Bravado
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