my dark-haired father, my dark-haired mother, my dark-haired brother,
my dark-skinned, dark-eyed family; and here i am:
a blonde-haired, blue-eyed aryan with translucent skin.
my hunting and gathering father, my following-in-his-footsteps brother;
november is the month of months, neon orange and camouflage adorn their bodies
as they proudly carry home their hard earned food for their family
but i politely refuse it because here i am:
in spite of accepting animals as more than friends, a vegetarian.
my only brother, my enlisted brother,
a marine now despite not yet graduating high school but ready to leave this modest Midwest state
to protect not only his immediate family but our brothers and sisters of this nation and here i am:
grateful for his sacrifices and others alike, dreading the day he leaves, and praying for the end of this nonsensical war because of my 'liberal' views.
yet, here i am:
a daughter of my father, a daughter of my mother, a sister of my brother,
forever surrounded by our love for one another.
contrary to my contradictions.
I really like the style of writing you use here :)
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