Iampoem

 I am a descendent yet an ancestor I wonder how I’ll be remembered after my time is up I hear the rolling of my ancestors in their graves at the harm I have caused I see one day the dreary upon my descendents faces I want nothing else for them but for the satisfaction from which the people they came from I am a descendent yet an ancestor

I pretend to be diligent in the hopes of satisfying the ones before me I feel frigid stares like needles sticking in my back I touch the earth begging for forgiveness from the ones who walked across it before me I worry the next generation will condone the message I shall cast upon them I cry “HELP,” is it to late for me?! For I was once in darkness but I see the light I am a descendent yet an ancestor

I understand now what you have been trying to show me I say that I will take it all in and distribute it among others I dream of one day everyone understanding the pain and struggle you went through I try to reach out and pull others out of the dark hoax for which they are in I hope one day the future can constrain themselves from such deceit I am a descendent yet an ancestor



