PROUD - Blogtober 2020

Proud

I come from a long line of ghastly men

Grams wasn't any better drunk all day

Love 'em, leave 'em repeat cycle again

Pops killed a man, "had it coming," they'd say

She smoked her Lucky Strikes downed her whisky

So illmannered his nickname was ogre

Dad slapped mom around when feelin' frisky

It was funny unless you were sober

We are not what happened to us I found

Crucify my old soul and break the chain

To ancestral sin no longer bound

My righteousness to genes cannot be bound 

We broke the cycle standing tall and proud

Sobriety and love for life I vowed

--Shenandoah Lynd

(a Shakespearean sonnet)