What are we if not our memories and our past? Memory and past is the basis of culture. And the closest tie we have to memory and past is family. The family we are born of, the family we are blood of, the family we make ties of, by thread, by experience, and by travail and passage of time. My song has been sung before the dawn had voice. And yet your blood is not the sole worth. I have run a flood of tears to remember my family. And my life-water has told me to remember the blood that has run, and the blood that has been spilt, and that blood that will never run ever again. I am my father’s son. And I am not. I am my father’s blood. And I am not. My history is not one to be appropriated by your pretense or your politic. Give your song and give your family. Give your tears. If you can even bravely can. Because we are blood, and memory, and past, and bravery, and song, and we are family.
M.M.
