Photo Credit: James Besser
I am not my dad, but I am glad
that I did not come out, so I think,
‘Worse,’ than anything:
With my distinct nose, natural hair,
Great smile, dimples, beautiful shades,
with a glow, that make me smiles
makes those chattering voice, envy,
The very thought of my presence
The very thought of him:
Leave some displease with a frown
That I love myself, that I still love him
the one I really did not know—the one
that made my heart at times weep, at the end
of my brink, with a grim.
I am not my dad but I am thankful,
Grateful, that I look somewhat like him
It gives me reason to try harder,
Be better, think wisely, than what,
I think of him: That he had flaws, just like me,
That he had sins just like me,
That he is forgiven, just like me,
So, I write this poetic love notes
To set my heart and mind free,
Rise above ‘gloom,’ graciously I speak
To the self, to my great mother
And to the hope greater than him,
Who lives deep within.
Empress Journee
