do we become them

do we become our mothers,

our fathers,
or can we distance ourselves
in time.

despite the fair skin,
the blue eyes.

the hands, the way the shoulders
set, the legs bend,

so many similarities,
this we can't deny.

but what about within, do
we have
to be the same.

can't we better, be kinder,
be more
aware
and compassionate.

or are we stuck with them inside
us, their ill will,
and dark side,
dragging
us down until the end.