I am not mine
Solely Exclusively
But I am bought with a price
Of Blood Dreams and Grief
My ancestors toiled and fought
For a better life.
Kings of earth and princes and pilgrims
Have borne my blood
To this land
To this day
Where it flows through this body
Entrusted to my care.
But still Named Nurtured and Taught
By others
By teachers
By friends
By Family
My Parents' words worries and tears
Carved canyons in my psyche that
Spell out my person my past memories and moral
I am not my own
But bought with a price of centuries
And Firstly and Lastly
Bought with that blood
Of God become Man
Become Sacrifice for me.