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Dad

His suitcase a rainbow interior as he inspected his clothes with a fastidiousness reserved for the Mona Lisa.

Mom tried to hide his flaws with stories of bravado

I saw a vain, flirtatious and angry man

Her stories never compensated for the truth

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Worlds in worlds

I have watched commercials of starving children and wished for a more beautiful face

I have watched men beheaded and wanted new shoes

I can’t rectify the images I see with the mundane of my life

I hear of abused children and go on a new diet

My heart breaks with every image until I am splitting apart

The cracks fractured like a mosaic

I split into pieces with every horror-filled story

My empathy runs like a cut artery showering the room red

It leaves me washed on the shore exhausted from the swim

I watch a school shooting and try to find the confidence to dwell in this skin

How do I navigate this world of horror and beauty

How do I find joy without being swallowed by the cracks

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Brave

Be brave is what I tell my daughter but I often forget to tell myself.

Constantly cultivate your dreams I tell my daughter but I forget to tell myself.

Strive every day to be your best self I tell my daughter but do I do this?

I know children do as you do and not as you say

So I start telling myself to be the person you want your daughter to be