Genetics

I have his curled hair
that likes to become
a knotted net
at the base of my skull.

I have his knock knees
that keep my feet apart
as I stand straight.

I have his height
that keeps me towering
above every man
I've ever slept with.

Today I finally found
my connection to her.

A nickname
finally given to me,
by a beautiful boy.

A nickname
she's heard
a million
times.

Finally,
it's mine.

She's mine.

And I'm hers.



Poetry by Katherinee x
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Written on 2012-04-25 at 17:59

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