The Fathers of My Co-Workers

The fathers of my co-workers all look the same Short haircuts with a slight wave to the side Mustaches – all well groomed White button-down shirts with generic emblems White skin with a hint of tan Thin bodies with gold wire frame glasses, always Brown belts through the loops of Levis jeans Seated on wood dining room chairs They exude passivity and kindness Their arms are folded gently across their waists And every single day They tell their daughters “Honey – you are beautiful”