To my father —

You gave me your eyes; curious to see the world.

You gave me your hands; nimble and able.

You gave me your arms; strong, to carry life’s burdens.

You gave me your stomach; passionate and intuitive.

 

So how can you tell me that my eyes look tired?

My hands too rough?

My arms too big?

My stomach too round?

 

Blind to what I can do.

You look past the you in me.

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