Bloodline
My father warns
Me, my bloodline
Carries terrors.
Not the sweet,
Forgetful terrors
Of my mother's blood.
Something sharper ,
Hotter, Obstinate,
Undeniable.
It's what makes
My anger flame
Up; Unrecognisable
Until I look back
On 7 generations
Of men with
The same stubborn
Pride,
Lurking in their eyes.
I see
No women.
Their stories weren't
Passed down to me.
We hadn't taken
Language yet.
I want to know
I'll pass these terrors
To my daughter.
Like my father
Passed to me.
You see,
We have language now.
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