Where am I from and
Who am I if not
A product of my
Parents who exist as a product
Of their own.
Am I their void,
Their path to live on
After death?
Am I as a being
A legacy
A being of legacy
Their legacy
What am I meant to do
After they become dust and
The only part of them alive left is
The part that is in me?
Is what they left enough?
What did they leave behind?
What is engraved in my memory
That is not me but instead their legacy
And who am I?
What blemishes of my past
Are now permanently a
part of me?
And what
Beauty in my life is thanks to them?
And what part of them is instilled in me
Why am I blessed with the burden of being
Their legacy?
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