Cursed GeneticsA Poem by ChristinaA poem about my parents. I wrote the bones of it a long time ago and decided to finally polish it up a bit.
I have her brunette hair
That shines with auburn in the sunlight, I have her freckles Sprinkled on my cheeks and shoulders Like powdered sugar, I have the same crooked teeth She was bullied for in school, I have her obstinance And her need to always be right, I have her mental illness, I have her negative body image, I have her lack of self-respect, And her hope in hopeless people. I have his moles, Like tiny brown hills that pop up on my neck, I have his nearly translucent skin That never tans and always burns, I have his favorite band And his love of rock'n'roll, I have his selfishness and irresponsibilty, I have his need to be alone, I have his self destructive behavior, I have his commitment issues, I have his secrets and his demons And the habit of drowning them in alcohol. © 2015 Christina |
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