Thanks for the Jeans

Learning about genetics
In science class
When I was in 4th grade
I knew I would look like you.

I knew that you being my father
I would inherent certain features,
Certain genes,
Certain characteristics.

I do not look like my mother;
All I see is you.
Every morning when
I’m facing the mirror
Ready to shave your face.
Rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
Guiding the razor across your jawline.

You can deny my existence.
You can reject my claim.
But you can never
Refute your reflection
You can never run from your shadow.

But,
No one ever told me.
That I would also become
A piece of shit like you.

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