As I watched him walk away,
I realized the burdens he has carried
He carries with him;
His fatherâs sins
They are attached to his soul
And anchored into his DNA
He walks like his father
He talks like his father
His angry outbursts performed;
Just like his father
In a heated moment of anger between us
I accusingly yell out . . .
âYouâre just like your father,
why would you want to be like that?â
The silence cuts with a knife
His stare;
Kills me dead where I stand
That was the last time I saw him
He walked out the door;
His last words . . .
âI Am Not My Father!â
Three days later . . . He died of a drug overdose
He died;
Just like his father.
© Raja Williams
Excerpt from the book âImprints In The Sandâ
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