April 24, 2001: Are you my father
While staring into the bathroom mirror, I questioned, “Do I look like him?” “Are my eyes the shape of his? My hairs long and dark, my legs ache in the middle of the night, my voice…does it sound like him?” Why at thirty-eight do I continue to question? Only to notice how rough my face looks. “Is it his? No one taught me how to shave.” Silent is my chosen journey as long as it’s within the origin believing that one day I’ll be free.
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While staring into the bathroom mirror, I questioned, “Do I look like him?” “Are my eyes the shape of his? My hairs long and dark, my legs ache in the middle of the night, my voice…does it sound like him?” Why at thirty-eight do I continue to question? Only to notice how rough my face looks. “Is it his? No one taught me how to shave.” Silent is my chosen journey as long as it’s within the origin believing that one day I’ll be free.
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