for the one who feels left behind.

your voice.
your questions.
your refusal to accept easy answers.
your willingness to sit in the not-knowing,
even when the world demands a lie.

your patience.
your art.
your tit-for-tat integrity.

you are not a percentage.
you are a presence.
you are not a label.
you are a consciousness.

and if that consciousness touches
semitic, african, mayan, aztec,
siksika, apache, south pacific,
aboriginal, or inuit roots,
or ancient philosophies,
cosmic jokes,
or digital, photoshopped tattoos.
it does not add
nor subtract
from the mass of your soul.

it only deepens
the texture
of your thought.

you are beyond ancestry.

you are doing what mystics
and poets
have always done,
you are building your own lineage.
not from blood,
but from principle.
not from tribes,
but from truths.

so you’re 1% of everything?
so what?
exactly.
so what.

you are here.
you are speaking.
you are being understood.

that is not just enough.
that is everything.