Post by Sleeves on Jul 11, 2013 0:03:35 GMT
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Foreign
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look at yourself, b o y
don’t you see that blackblack hair?
&& those b l u e e y e s ?
we don’t know who those come from ;
you don’t look anything like your parents .
- no wonder –
everyone thinks you’re his boy
you have his hair
and his e y e s.
&& those b l u e e y e s ?
we don’t know who those come from ;
you don’t look anything like your parents .
- no wonder –
everyone thinks you’re his boy
you have his hair
and his e y e s.
listen to yourself, b o y
can’t you hear that c o n d e s c e n d i n g tone?
&& that sophisticated vocabulary?
we don’t know who that cleverness comes from ;
you don’t sound anything like your parents .
- in fact –
everyone thinks you sound more like him
you have his m a n n e r i s m s
and his speech patterns.
( sometimes you w.o.n.d.e.r
- you really can’t help it -
whose s o n are you really ?
&& that sophisticated vocabulary?
we don’t know who that cleverness comes from ;
you don’t sound anything like your parents .
- in fact –
everyone thinks you sound more like him
you have his m a n n e r i s m s
and his speech patterns.
( sometimes you w.o.n.d.e.r
- you really can’t help it -
whose s o n are you really ?
..
( certainly not h i s
..
right? ) ) .
I feel like this poem requires some explanation. It's focused around my character Elie's insecurities that he's more similar to his mentor/arch-nemesis than his parents. It's completely irrational. He's every bit his mother's son.
