My Ranting Place

Heritage

All this damn shit in the name of heritage,
Trying to lure me in, as if I'm a witless fool,
Knowing little to nothing about my ability to guage,
Your vigorous attempts to stir up a whirlpool.
You pat my back & try to put me in a tiny cage,
Saying that this is what you are destined to do
But hear this well my dear,
Four fine china vases will never make me a tool
Memories, experiences and thoughts at this age
That I have garnered, without you, in my body & soul; an endless pool
Will be my shining moon and your chime of doom
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Hajirah Writes