Who Am I?
February 9, 2023
“You are nothing like him.”
I am reminded daily.
I am nothing like him,
But I have his big brown eyes.
I have his caramel skin.
I have his deep brown hair,
Rarely worn naturally.
I don’t want his curls, too.
He writes. Well, he wrote.
I couldn’t tell you if he still does.
Writing…
Poetry…
My favorite.
I exist, soaked in guilt for all that I am.
All the traits I inherited from him,
Fearful they will remind my mother of him.
I cry over this often,
Tears seeping through his eyes,
Eyes that are planted above my mother’s cheekbones.
I am ashamed.
I am nothing like him.
But what if I am?
How am I so scared of being someone I don’t know?
What if I remind my mother of him?
What if I am my father?