Read Poem: Legacy, by J. Gabrielle

My father was a God

No wonder I felt I was warring with fate

That rage

I see all the old ways

The thick strength of your hands

That old timey jargin

Like artifacts buried in the desert

The wind shifts and I stumble over an old relic

I was tired

Worn through

It’s jarring

To be cluttered with your DNA

Even things I thought were idiosyncratic

Unique

Just remnants

Of your tattered cloak

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