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April 15, 2012 / austreberto

Day fifteen



father taught us how to golf

never got to use his clubs

grew up with my own

no hand-me-downs for this kid

could never use the ones he held for years

never create my own memories with them


my brother had that privilege


felt left out

minor outcast

but i have learned

even while smudging my handwriting in middle school

ink stained wrists

that being the opposite of the rest of my family

is nothing to be ashamed of


i am merely a mirrored image of my father


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