poetry by j matthew waters

meaningless concepts

your mother has brown skin
mine has none

your brother looks like me
[but you]
you look like no one else

your mother
she has amazing skin
sometimes a complete blur
dancing circles in the falling rain

your sister’s a younger version
[of you know who]
as independent as they come
working on dance moves
of her very own

your mother has brown skin
and mine has none

april two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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