I have inherited my father's eyes
and his astronomically high self-standards.
I quietly push myself
far past the furthest measure
expecting knowledge to seep into me like a summer tan.
Plaster a smile on for the world
and say
hey, I just started
all the while saving the razor-sharp words
for an internal debate
between who you are
and the do-no-wrong person
you should be by now.
This transition in life
a chasm
there are no textbooks for where I go now
no required reading
no formulas.
A brave face is all I get
strong hands to remind me
to pull my chin up
and look ahead.
There's no syllabus here but the one I discover
I have to get my knowledge
however I can
using the eyes I inherited
from my father.
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