Yerstory

When, nah.
If, nah.
Should I choose to have
curly-haired, freckly-faced, brightly-eyed,
spongy-brained Child(ren),

This is the story we’ll
remember, discuss, mourn over
a meal of thanksgiving:

This pot of melting
churning burning
wounded nations
is diluted by potent fallacy
and cream of tragedy,
sprinkled with a hint of blasphemy.

What this pot needs is some
Piety.
A healthy dose of you and me and
radically different
intersectionality.

What this pot needs
is a leading lady
with scars that tell stories
and porous skin that takes it in
and lets it out,
all of this history.

Which leads me to
Herstory.
Yerstory.
Tell it, child.