Should I be embarrassed of my guttural laugh?
That could wake a million fireflies in the dead of the night?
Should I be embarrassed that it is a goodbye
To shame, shed like autumn leaves?
My heredity is a forest fire
And when this inherited fatherly rage burns down all I love
Why should I hide that his laugh echoes through me
And spreads like light instead of flame?
And should I not love that my eyebrows scrunch
When I return to peace, and my eyes
skim over ink from above my glasses
Like my nana did
Before?
The way my mother does
Now?
I will not ever know the people from the photo albums or family trees
from dinner time stories riddled with unbridled laughter
Or nostalgia's sweet whisper
But when I look at their eyes
A reflection of mine
I know I am their blood
And that is indestructible.
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