I once met a girl who said/
my heritage might as well be dead/
for the red sea was not split for me/
and not sorely are the psalms missed, and i did not flee/
from hatred entrenched around the world/
and my love does not unfurl for the four letter word/
i do not relate to any of our figures/
hunched rocking men are not a signal/
for my recognition of a past unbroken/
of forlorn photographs and words unspoken/
I have no memory of all our great thinkers/
or our shared ingrained pain and no notion of us/
it seems like the woven down the tapestry years have no relation/
and i’m impatient to leave behind the story of creation/
I dont pride myself on my jet black hair/
or the words of Einstein and Ginsberg that condemn the unfair/
I don’t share the shock in the casual asides I hear/
or connect with the so many that are living in fear/
of the repittion of histories stories/
nor do i recognise the mission of world healing and the halting of dark forces/
and of course i suppose treblinka no longer leaves me with a sinking feeling/
no longer can i smell burning so these names are losing meaning/
i know not of inquistions and forced conversions/
denied frm positiona and mass diasporal dispersions/
i have no more aversions to the pervsions of the past/
feel no need to fast ..nd remember bodies cast/
into pires, remember slavery, bodies sold to highest bidders and buyers/
definitely have no recollection of a walled ghetto/
& my mottos no longer ring with a juxtaposition of everywhere we’ve settled/
in fact what are the 10 commandments in the scheme of things/
i’m not sure i see the lilting beauty in the songs we sing/
the exodus no longer casts its hex over me a week annuanlly
no rememberance of painstaking pyramid building manually/
i feel no connection to culture, tradition or religion/
and so i said, not meaning to be a catamoungst the pidgeons/
but in your beauty, i see over 5 thousand years/
ever undiminshed, never finished despite blood sweat and tears/
and i see in despite rejection a complete and utter reflection/
of all the past you cannot see when you look in the mirror/
i can see an undescribable energy/
that will forever be the symbol of the synergy/
of the past, present and future/
the will that this day will not be our last, and a mutual/
understanding of the demanding nature of the unknown/
but the forsight to see the bright future as yet unsown/
and though you dont know yet you are a descendant/
blood coursing in your veins was spilt by partisans defending/
and without offending despite your rejection/
i seem to feel, an instant connection/
for we are all one family, one tribe/
and i notice that something in your eyes describes/
the treading nomadic feet of generations/
so even if you dont see i know its blatant/
so remember who are, awaken from spell cast by modernity/
and remember who you are is more than just maternity/