Of those echoes from my Pops that don’t stop

The genius of my Father
was clear-cut
the only thing
he ever told us
that we couldn’t be
was less than
and with that
I have always
been compelled
to stand.

So when grief
beckons and
to suffocate
I remind myself
of this fact
that I am
greater than
grief on repeat.

Whenever I doubted my power, I would make this face and my Pops would reply: “Watch what I tell you.”

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