Lineage and Legacy

Lineage and Legacy as one must come to perceive  
Those are life’s footprints we deem to conceive    
Moments in time we have achieved    
As we glance upon a mirror of our reflection    
Our eyes, nose, lips, lineage at times comes into question    
What makes us the person who we are    
From a presence already ordained beyond a constellation of stars    
Are we playing out our life on a cosmic screen    
Sight and feelings in time unforeseen    
Learning in life to keep our noses clean    
   
If God does know all    
Then why do we fight our fate when we stumble or fall    
From the womb from which life we came    
Universal love one and the same    
In life that’s the name of the game    
Prepared at birth to withstand the stinging rain    
Have faith through bodily pain    
Never taking the Lord’s name in vain    
Echoes of cries, don’t pour your money down the drain    
Never to go against the grain    
   
Perilous times has ridden the face of society’s dream    
The white picket fence, American’s apple pie wishes, so it may seem    
From the dust from which we shall return    
While we’re all here we live and we learn    
   
Lessons    
Believing in daily blessings    
Praying we all put down such deadly weapons    
Social media has now become our true friend    
Stroking computer keys to emotions we lend    
Mental images displayed on screens, never to cease or end    
I’m a writer, author by trade    
Words sometimes hidden behind a masquerade    
   
My lineage is Haitian, Mulato, French, Creole of old    
Midwifes in villages, city nurses generational foretold    
Will I leave my mark, my handprints, my footsteps    
My written concepts    
Media sites with memories of my creed    
A dose of reality always to feed your need    
   
My legacy is the signature of my face    
As I bow my head in a state of grace    
Being vain, never the case    
At times, feelings get caught up between a rock and a hard place    
Aquarian traits, please don’t blame me    
Footloose and fancy free    
None as blind as those who will not see    
Roots of the soul    
Intellectual Creole    
Which makes me who I am    
Healer, as God’s tempers my land    
Legacy and Lineage for me, that’s who    
My blanket above I have proudly laid out for you