I am a purebred mixture/
Descended from both the victim and the violator/
From a nation of rich culture/
& lost genealogies.
I never thought that my tongue wasn’t a mother tongue/
Never even realized it was a broken dialect of a language/
That had been shoved down the imature throats of my forefathers/
Even my religious beliefs belong to the violators of my history/
& still I believe in their God anyway.
I believe in a benevolent God/
Kind enough to sacrifice himself/
Even after cursing womanhood to suffer a pain so great/
Her life might end as it’s pulled out of her bloody loins.
I believe in a God/
Loving enough to forgive even the most homicidal maniac/
The moment he regrets snuffing out the life a woman died to give/
& all because the king feared a child would usurp his throne.
I believe in a God/
Capable of destroying my soul/
& still somehow loving it more than I ever will.
I am the child of the God recorded in the Genesis/
Creating both water and land/
Paradise above and Hell below/
Blessings and curses.
The great God of composition/
Grabbed two different threads/
To form the skin that holds my flesh and bone/
Spirit & soul together in communion with his holy flame.
I am a purebred mixture/
Descended from both the victim and the violator/
From a nation of rich culture/
& lost genealogies.
& now/
With this new benevolent God of old/
I swear I will create a history of my very own/
& no one will ever forget I lived.
Aylin Lopez is a twenty-two year old, unemployed, college student who writes in her spare time (which she has in abundance).
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