hereditary

daddy

you gave me your eyes

and your money

and your brain

but you didn't show me how to use them

my eyes are sharp and once

would be inclined

to see the world the way you see it

my money is spent

and it doesn't matter

because it was always yours

my brain is active

but circular thoughts and ideas

cloud

my eager incentive

to find new ways

you say you wish you taught us how to think

teach me now

because i'm ready for my own thoughts

mama

you gave me your love

but your love is lost,

and i can't find mine, either.