that son | Literature 2022

Once upon a time 

i would have been proud to be like you 

In a land far away

i see an alter of myself, so deja vu 

the same cadence 

the same drink 

the same thoughts 

the same bullshit 

why am seeing a mirror of myself 

in the shattered rose glasses 

why do i keep breaking my heart

and bleeding me out with the shards of truth 

i am my father's daughter

that i know to be true 

no matter how hard i escape it 

these chains resist to break

i take two steps forward

and go back ten 

is it because we grew up under the same tutelage 

or is because i still look up to you ?

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