*To Jackie, Maria, and every children of immigrants birthed with a Purpose*
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how do I live like my life is my own?
I must care for the generations before me
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unbothered and detached is a luxury
the few of us feel too responsible to cherish
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I don’t envy you, maybe a little
but how could I ever walk away?
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I fail if the duties that my ancestors
passed to me linger without manifestation.
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after surviving their storm,
they invested the grit into this legacy
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in my “I” there’s all of us
my existence is for ancestry.
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I’m the birth of the sunlight
after many generations in obscurity
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I am the pending Destiny;
I am the Dream of Generations
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those before me
standing with me
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Sircharlesthepoet 
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