My Grandma’s Genes
My grandma hid her feelings
So by looking at her face,
You couldn’t pinpoint anger
Or if something was off-base.
If she were hurt or worried
Or perturbed, you couldn’t tell,
For her emotions she kept
Tucked inside so very well.
Though I am quite the opposite,
Since all I feel’s unfurled
And plastered on my face
So anybody in the world
Could take one look and wonder
Why I’m ticked off as can be.
I wish my grandma’s genes
Had gotten passed along to me.
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