mirror image (liar)

derision.
you're just the next link.
your own rebellion
didn't stop you being
authoritarian.

you're in the mirror
everyone says i look like you.
my eyes my hair
the anger that burns beneath my skin
the apparent inability to shut up

nothing gets to be me, does it.

"you got that from me" "you look like your father"
"you sound like your mother" "you talk like your father"
i witness. this body does not get to be mine.
instead it is turned into a vessel of my lineage.
a constant reminder that no matter how fast i run
the mirror will show who i am.

so i will raise this blade and i carve away my features.
i will rearrange them and sew them back onto my face.
i will shred my throat until my voice bears no resemblance.
i will claw my skin away and reshape it to be mine.

and if i look in the mirror again
will you finally be gone

will i finally be mine

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