To Adina, Who Came First

1 Sep

Your blood is not your own, Child,

not of your people or choosing,

Its thickness determined in the trenches,

the color as lurid as rape.

Be not unduly proud of your lineage,

for you have contributed nought thus far.

(And merely add to the numbers with the straightness of

your nose and character.)

~~~

You are Aryan, says the lilt in Mammaโ€™s voice, her

swarthy face mocking the delusion of tone.

There are none so blind as those who will not

see, and you must not wish for

The reputation of your bloodline,

your stories, your creed,

to carve your path,

precede you.

~~~

When, at the hour of reckoning,

they ask what you have done,

You cannot believe

that merely being spawned,

birthed among the anointed:

blessed thousands on stretches of prime earth and vaster benefits,

was your greatest contribution to the land that

embalmed you.

~~~

Be not of your blood, Child,

for they will anchor you,

in chains that beseech and soggy knots that shrink

until you morph-molt-manifest,

Your nose, height and hair

shrieking hosannas to history,

And the iron gates, they will creakingly close,

locking you inside, among the Sayers,

arrested, taut and proud,

forever.

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11 Responses to “To Adina, Who Came First”

  1. errormsg! September 1, 2009 at 6:18 pm #

    this is stunning. morph-molt-manifest ๐Ÿ™‚

    beautiful.

  2. Mamma Mia! Me a Mamma?!? September 2, 2009 at 8:59 am #

    OMG! Gasp!!!
    I feel like the wind has been knocked out of my sails!

  3. dipali September 2, 2009 at 2:17 pm #

    This broke my heart.
    No heritage is worth being locked inside of.
    (Pardon the wobbly sentence)
    How does one escape from the chains of love?

  4. Manju September 2, 2009 at 7:52 pm #

    Wanted to read something that would give me reason for pause, visited this place and got exactly what I wanted!

  5. Orange Jammies September 3, 2009 at 2:09 pm #

    errormsg!: Thanks. Just hopped over to Footloose and may I say I return the compliment manifold?

    M4: There, there. Have a sip of water.

    dipali: You hack and saw. Or chemically treat them.

    Manju: WWNP…your one-stop think-shop! (not)

  6. Pri September 3, 2009 at 5:03 pm #

    “…in chains that beseech and soggy knots that shrink

    until you morph-molt-manifest,

    Your nose, height and hair

    shrieking hosannas to history,”

    am wowed. this is veritably like an anthem, or something to look at when one wakes each morning.

    also, “(And merely add to the numbers with the straightness of your nose and character.)” *Grin* I could quote the whole thing.

  7. Orange Jammies September 3, 2009 at 10:13 pm #

    Pri: ๐Ÿ˜‰ I think you just did.

  8. Aunty G September 3, 2009 at 10:54 pm #

    Was speechless
    Also clueless
    How
    Thou
    Create effortless???!!!

  9. Orange Jammies September 3, 2009 at 10:58 pm #

    Aunty G: The effort lies in living through the experiences that bring forth the words. The words themselves, piece o’ cake.

  10. Chronicus Skepticus September 18, 2009 at 11:28 am #

    Oh this is lovely.

    Only, who is Adina?

  11. Orange Jammies September 18, 2009 at 2:53 pm #

    Chronicus Skepticus: She’s the first-born. Only, she’s not here yet.

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