First autumn morning

Mother and Child by Renoir

First autumn morning
the mirror I stare into
shows my father’s face.
— Murakami Kijo
only if such were the case
I’d gladly love my everyday face
I see other genetic strains
tainting, taunting sans retrace
humbling enough to make me stumble
out away from those jeering chromosomes
such is the dichotomy of love
you love and hate, hate and love
those hands that molded you
with gentle, rough harsh intent
even as you reached out,
strained to get close to that incredibly gentle
healing warmth of those that truly
loved and “borned” you
such is the paradox
of my face

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