men don't cry [Poetry]

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they say that

we are not our parents

but how could we
young
impressionable minds
not be influenced
by those we are surrounded by
every moment
of everyday

soon enough
my worst fear had been realized.
i had become just as
b l a n k
as my father.

i cast stones
into the deep blue
& peered into it
watching
as the rippling waters
distorted the face
i once wore

~ who even are you anymore