Birthright

who told you that you were not responsible for your history? 

doesn’t the blood of your ancestors still boil inside your body? can we

not respect the fact that our grandmother’s bones are still

cradling your mother’s infant tears? 

we all came from someone. 

i can tell you i know that my grandfather was a soldier in WW2.

hear that? the call of my grandfather’s blood is obedience.

the voice of the blood in my veins calls me “soldier. racist.

conqueror.”

i can tell you i know that my ancestors were the villains of Time

(an ambling mystery of sweat and stars)

hungry for indians at the end of a pistol. smiling at the sight of

chopping at tongues (deemed savage) and shoving our

languages down their throats as if feeding a child that was already

full.

i still feel the cradle of my grandmother’s bones.

it’s not much of an apology. if every marshmallow human (like

me) apologized for our ancestors, it still wouldn’t change.

who told you that you were not responsible for your history?