Who Am I
I have a forefather Abraham
When placed in charge of the
Smashed every last one
And walked through fire.
Who was -
A ram away from sacrificing his son
Turning his back
To the chaos of beliefs
Swirling all around him
And showed the world his middle finger.
I have a fore mother Sara whose
Beauty stretched to the end of her days
And in all her years
Her only sin
Was a brief moment of skepticism.
I have a spiritual forefather who
Hit a rock
Drew water for an entire nation
And for that he was granted but a brief glimpse of the
I have a spiritual fore mother who
Placed her infant son
Into the mighty Nile
Swathed only in a blanket and a wicker basket
Trusting in God for his salvation.
I possess within me the blood line of
Dead the day he was born
Left a legacy
That shapes and guides
The painful longings of his people.
I am the receptacle
By virtue of my birthright
Of a name, a label
Both loved and hated,
Admired and feared,
Coveted and fiercely rejected
Forever on the lips
Across the globe and across history.
I have been glorified
Held up as the example for the world
And been called a dog
All in the same breath.
The darkest corners of my soul carry
The anonymous pain
Born of unquestioned
I have been granted
Been forced to carry
A shadowy legacy
Of the most shameful moments in human history.
I am a man
Who as a child was spoon-fed
The glories of the past,
The lessons of history,
And forever sleeps with one eye open
Distrustful of even his neighbors.
“Just put your head down and walk away”
A lesson Freud’s father tried to impart to him,
A phrase echoing through time
Passing from father to son
Along with the copy of the Old Testament.
The self-righteous shame and anger
In the eyes of the father
I am a man
Steeped in the mythology of his people
Not by choice
Yet not by force
I feel within my being a churning wellspring of
And a deep desire to
Both hide and revel in all that I am.
Who am I?
I am a Jew.
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