Poetry

I wish I didn’t have your nose.

Because sometimes I see you in me. 

I wish I didn’t have your fingers.

Because sometimes I see you in my hands.

I don’t want to look at me

And be reminded of a cowardly man. 

I wish I didn’t have your eyes.

Just another trait that reminds

And won’t let me leave you completely behind.

Your memory is in most of my features.

Which I wish made me proud.

“You look JUST like your dad.”

I know.

I wish I looked like the rest of the crowd.

Any of them.

I wish I looked like me

But I’ll always just see him.

Good job dad. 

Your DNA wins!

8 thoughts on “Poetry

  1. Hey, Bethany: I look like my *e*v*i*l* mother. So do my kids and my grandkids. But, you KNOW this: we are all beautiful and GOOD! Guess what Mom: My Spirit wins! Love – TS

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    • Awesome!! I love this!!! I am NOTHING like him. I just wish my features didn’t remind me of him on certain days. Not always. But some days. Stupid genes! But our bodies are just the vessels of our soul and our bodies don’t really matter do they. It is the inside and on the inside we are good like you said. So screw their dna. Im sorry you had an evil mother. Everyone deserves a loving compassionate parent.

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  2. Beautiful I love it. I feel the same way. I look my mother in everywhere, but I am nothing like her. Just because you look like him (which I can’t see it) doesn’t mean you are like him. I’m so proud of you for writing this piece.

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