I fear the Blood that course through these veins.
I fear its strength and the genetic history
The genetic destiny it portends.
Half of it so undiluted
diluted trash and bloody violence
It seeps through empowering me
unfavorably un-identifying me
Identifying my strands of generation but never my true entity
Globules of ancestors pulse
Thoroughly intimidating me, casting me out of this body
I’ve never been so strong
No…more like being dragged
I question any thoughts I’d ever had.
Nothing moves me
Or soothes me like the way they tug at the strings
But it scares me to think
Behind the shadows and recesses of my me
Loss of memory.
Lies violence and frothed lips,
Red eyes and violence
Jail cells and violence
Thinly veiled conscience
Thinly veiled temper.
This Blood and my destiny