All The Boys

All The Boys

A Poem by ohsograceful
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a work in progress

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Day time shines brightest in the morning

so you can see what you’ve done,

but you always sleep ‘til noon.

You’re quiet for once

In a place where you have learned to equate success

With never taking no for an answer.

The only sound is of a window shattered

where you put your fist through

when my face was not where you expected it to be.

 

I was born in my pastel genes,

bound by my southern roots.

I bare my teeth the way my mother taught me

A sign of submission

A smile.

Because soon I will abandon my dreams

And grow into my mother’s face

And say thank you. 


© 2018 ohsograceful



Author's Note

ohsograceful
this is a work in progress, I would love commentary

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Added on January 29, 2018
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