Patchwork Pisces

(Make up my life)

• Poetry

								
When people meet my mom they say I look just like her
I have her face and her hair and her hands
People who know her will say
I have her mother's eyes and favourite animal

If you meet my sister you will say oh! You're siblings? because other than our faces there isn't that much to put us together 

when you see my brother you will laugh, because really? do both your other siblings look like your father? There must not be much the same other than the look of your eyes 

meeting my father is seeing how we have the same hands and silly grin

so when you see my family
please don't just say, you look so alike! talk to me.

find that I have her voice because it was her who told me how to say her words
know I have her terrible humor that sneaks up behind you until you get hit straight in the face by it
let the world know I have her love for books and of other people

look and see that my father and I share the same quick witted stories that no one can ever figure out what they started as

go find my sister with her passion and her music taste that we blast in the car

meet my brother and learn about his anger that he never quite seems to show but is constantly under the surface

then
and only then
can you start to learn what patchwork peices make me.
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