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 Mamma’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.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
this is stunning. morph-molt-manifest 🙂
beautiful.
OMG! Gasp!!!
I feel like the wind has been knocked out of my sails!
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?
Wanted to read something that would give me reason for pause, visited this place and got exactly what I wanted!
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)
“…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.
Pri: 😉 I think you just did.
Was speechless
Also clueless
How
Thou
Create effortless???!!!
Aunty G: The effort lies in living through the experiences that bring forth the words. The words themselves, piece o’ cake.
Oh this is lovely.
Only, who is Adina?
Chronicus Skepticus: She’s the first-born. Only, she’s not here yet.