did any of my ancestors have hopes for me
did any of them kneel with no degree to their name trying to connect the pieces of their grandchildrens’ destiny
what would it be like to show them my tv
or my muddled pedigree, so weighed down, akin to a locust spree
there’s something inside that tells of my history
whether it’s strains of DNA or some undiscovered master key
i am the messy aether, the thrown together potpourri
of a bloody hyperbole of a family tree
i am trying to shoulder this burnt reality
that my ancestors who fought for my life couldn’t foresee
it’s unfair that i ever came to be in this horrific stinging world made of the mistakes of the bourgeoisie
but for now under this chestnut tree i feel the breeze and catch the scent of the sea
and i hope, i hope, that my ancestors didn’t spend forever down on their knee
About the Creator
Brittany MacKeown
I also go by my middle name, Renee, but you can call me about anything
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