What I Wanted To Be Growing Up

Posted: February 12, 2014 in Poetry
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   For My Father

I eat too much just like you
I sing out of key just like you
I cry invisible tears just like you
I say I love you as rarely as you
I break walls and slam doors too

But

I’ll practice
Being nothing like you

So unlike you

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Comments
  1. Miranda Stone says:

    The minimalist language you use makes this poem that much stronger. Powerful stuff, Benjamin.

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