heritage

It is myopic to base sweeping change on the narrow experience of a few years.

When we reject our origins, we become the product of whatever soil that we find ourselves planted; the colors of our leaves change as we consume borrowed nutrients with borrowed roots and, like a tree, we grow.

My father used to say that stories are part of the most precious heritage of mankind.

i lost a whole continent.a whole continent from my memory.unlike all other hyphenated americans my hyphen is made of blood.when africa says hellomy mouth is a heartbreakbecause i have nothing in my tongueto answer her.i don__ know how to say hello to my mother.