Always seeking independence
Like Armenians always have
This is the way I also am of this race
It's in the makeup of my cells,
encoded
In my DNA
There is no denying it.
Just discovering these truths
Bit by bit
With age.
Constructing my cultural identity
In my own way
My own pace.
Resonating with the most simplest of descriptions of a people's continuous struggle
to be free
How much of me and the struggles I have is of this?
What is the memory retention capacity of our DNA?
Within the depths of me
For the first time
I felt a sense of belonging
Without the longing to belong.
by me
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