Instincts

They are the tiny words speak to you
Sometimes they speak the truth
And you want to hear them
They tell you what your ancestors were like
They tell you what their personalities were like
But sometimes they speak lies
And you don’t want hear them
They tell you what your supposed to be like
You don’t want to believe it
I have problem and my instincts
Are telling me to forgive
But too never forget
I got that one from me
Not my parents
Not my grandparents
No
That was me talking to me


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