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My legacy is my parents.

Undoubtedly and unarguably the hemi’s and bi’s of mixed African blood.

I’m flawless because I’m flawed.

The inconsistencies in my words, the broken promises of an Eritrean nation and the debasement of my people hurts me- and it makes me.

My people, the people that brought me to Earth, my God chosen parents. Their foreign love made me. Foreign to me because I was born here and not there.

And yet I feel a longing, like something I’ve missed, when my father speaks of the highlands and my mother laughs at village comedies.

I feel flawless.

Flawless because I grieve for people I have never met and feel undeserving of the fortunes this life has allotted me.

Flawless because I am humbled. Disparities- sad to some but exciting for me. Like a match to a flame.

There is room for change and I can make things better.

I’m going to change it for them.

And somehow, someway, I will contribute to freedom of a dictatorial state.

Even if it kills me.

Because my Dad can’t go home to the only place he felt at home. And my mom never knew her home.

I am determined.

I know my legacy…

             I am flawless.