dna is fucking terrifying
i have my mothers hands and her sharp tone,
i’ve got my dad’s jaw and his impatience.
i’m ten times as angry as my mother ever was,
and twice as sad as my father is.
here’s the thing, part one:
i love them, i do, but god
i’ve always been so, so angry at them.
i’ve been looking for my dad my whole life,
even though he’s at the other end of the dining table.
and i’ve been screaming at my mom since forever,
but we’re both far too stubborn to agree on anything.
here’s the thing, part two:
a few months back, i thought to myself,
i could run my mother over with her car right now.
she was standing in front of it,
and i was in the passenger seat, and i loved her.
i loved my dad when i cussed him out in tears,
kneeling in my spit on the driveway.
here’s the thing, part three:
i love my parents,
i really do.
i loved them as they sat by and watched me break,
and as they dragged me into the bushes by my hair.
and they loved me as they did those things.
but they still fucked me up, and i’m still fucking angry.
pretty straight to the point
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