sometimes when I look away from the story
and detach from the only narrative iāve known
i think about my ancestors
and the way they suffered so much
the weight of their sacrifice
all for me, so that i can have a simple joy
so i can dream in ways they would have never dared
and so my heart could soar
chain-less and unbridled
an ember carried for half a millennium
cultivated through blood and tears
through love and fears
their spark in me roaring
into flames of aspiration












