Wednesday, October 8

My people

This is the kind of thing that keeps my hopes alive. These are my people. These are my ancestors. We live now in America, the big culturally androgynous melting pot where nearly no one has a distinct grasp on their family's historical roots. Sure, you can trace back 3, 4, or 5 generations; But where do your people come from? Why do you have the characteristics that you do?

I envy other cultures with a firm grip on their heritage.

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