some things are hard to swallow
like a son teaching his father

the predicament that keeps me silent

the irony is,
all he wanted
was for me to be educated
and now that I have surpassed him
he despises me.

so silent, I grow
into shadows, I roll
into vanish, I throw
I fold, I fold

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