when i look at myself i see him,
a younger version, but it is him that
I resemble;
when I think of the past
he runs through my memory's mind
like unicorns and lions from Zion;
when I speak out loud
it is his voice I hear singing
to my ears,
telling me to always be true,
my word is my bond and as long
as I stand I will always be strong;
when I talk to my sister
and listen to my brothers
I know I am blessed to have them
deep within the blood of my depths,
they further let me know that
our father's blood will forever flow...
throughout my nucleus...
even though in the physical we miss him so...