Comfort in the commonality of a name
Bound up in DNA and blood and bone
Your eyes, his nose, Grandma's laugh
Familiarity in your system, coursing like veins
Yet a darker inheritance lies beneath the family skin
Hurts and screams and secrets and lies
Fury bouncing off fragile hearts and slamming into the sponge of adolescence
My body remembers what my mind hides, and I hate you for it.
What good is a family line bulldozed over the hope of parental love?
Where is the legacy of a family tree grown from bad apples and seeds of hypocrisy?
Why should I return to my captors and their allies, when all we truly share is a surname?
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Bloodline
PoetryWhat's in a surname? How do you measure the weight of a bloodline? A daughter of four tries to find the good in her family tree, after suffering the trauma.
