I am from the beginning and the end
Is it my mom’s or Is it my dad’s fingers I have?
Their smile, their laugh?
The way my brow lifts up when I ask a question
I am from two people or all the people that led to those two people
Ancestors from thousands of years ago
So far back in a cave trying to build a fire
And learning how to talk
I am from two continents separated by an ocean
For breakfast they have crumpets in one and pancakes in the other
Rubbish or trash?
They mean the same…
None of these poems are about me, or what I feel, I make these poems to put what my friends feel into words, or just make deep poems, don’t overthink, I’m ok.