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this man is the root, his lineage bares it - all that is truly good in my birth-given nature
nurture? nay
the body, split in two - between my mother and my father, a dichotomy I cannot bridge for a mere human lifetime, provides me with the most confusing urges, straining further out my right arm from the left, my left leg from the right; and I know who pulls in each direction
none is evil, merely vile, and egregious, but profoundly loving too
and I know the root, the stem, which lies upon it - I know who
it is that wordless preaches "love thy neighbor"
"love them as if it is you"


and with his death,
will that part of me also perish
and if it does, who can then claim
"you are his daughter" to be true