The Ugliness In My Genetics

I have the same wrinkles in my forehead. Just like my dad. When I scrunch my face up, I resemble him. 
I don’t appreciate it anymore. 

I’m glad I have my mom’s nose. Bc it draws the attention away from my dad’s forehead.
I don’t like my skin tone anymore.I’m one shade lighter than my dad, it’s too much of a resemblance. 
He left but his colour stayed.

Luckily, I have my mother’s fragile heart. 
But my father’s ugly personality.

I never thought ‘Ice Cold Heart' but be passed down.
I don’t remember if I caught on to it, out it was just a gene I never picked up on. 

Thank goodness God has a sense of humor and some how gave me my mother’s compassion.
I never thought I’d hate the traits I somehow loved in someone else.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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