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Hereditary

by Josey Pickering 2 months ago in performance poetry
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A poem

Hereditary
Photo by Liv Bruce on Unsplash

I have my mother’s nose

and my father’s eyes.

Dimples from my mother,

Height from my father

While both helped make me wise.

My father sleeps in stars

and keeps me staring in wonder at the skies.

My mother now lives towns away,

and we don’t see each other much.

Yet we love to the moon and back

and always keep in touch.

When the mirror looks back at me,

there’s so much to take in,

but I there’s bits of my father I can see

and some of my mother too.

Two people came together to create me,

a human art project for all to see.

performance poetry

About the author

Josey Pickering

Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.

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Outstanding

Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

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    The story invoked strong personal emotions

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