I'm my mothers replica

they say 

'you're the image'

even though I'm dark

and she's light

I'm my fathers replica

they say 

inside image (he's fucked)

even though I'm

I'm

I'm

dark (but not so fucked, I hope)

trying to shine out of two skins

avoiding both stigmas 

If only I could have been like him

grand with the big hands

the one who i've missed but never had a known chance to miss

fruit salad dandelion make your fruit salad, is all I remember...

and then

in our William, I see.

I see him Willam's father

my grand

who I've known but a margin 

long fingered

my mothers fingers spit images tainting such fingers so

so I do not dwell on her hands

not now not now in vain

because i've got years with William

I'll not miss out again

and i'll make sure he never will

he enlightens me so

so I'll protect him too

heaven doesn't need to have their eyes upon us

but just in case, it's a wisp sound of doubt echoing

I will look up to him (not you god) but William.

only because I know he holds the wealth

the wealth of integrity