im becoming my mother
im becoming the image of her
in the mirror upon closer inspection
i see her reflection recur
ive developed her profile
ive developed her furrowing brow
that odd little quake
her mouth use to make
ive started to take up now
im becoming my mother
im becoming so set in her ways
ill be somewhere mid-sentence
and stop
cuz ill hear myself copying her turn of phrase.
and the thing thats so weird
the woman i feared
becoming ive come to be
and the more that i grow
like my mother
the more that i grow
to like me

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