(My truth heals me.)
I am my mother's child; my father’s seed.
You see my mother gave birth to me;
My father…well he planted in the Earth for me.
There is no denying my mother and father had to coexist.
…Because for her to be seedless will take away from my very existence…
So I can't acknowledge one without the other right?
I was not created alone by my mother…
…And although sometimes I feel my father shouldn't have even bothered…
I would not exist without him...
Yet he could exist without me.
So see my emotions are not reality…
My childhood just bothers me.
And sometimes I wonder how I got here.
And everyday I’m reminded when I look in the mirror and see my mother in me.
But when someone calls out my name…
…I'm reminded just the same…
That, I am the seed of Eugene.
You see he is the prefix of my name.
The root of my words. (And my pain…)
Without him….
I would just be I A....an indefinite function without a consonant, missing a noun to define me. You see "I" just wouldn’t make sense.
And "I" would even question my relevance…..
All the same you may think there's not much in a name.
But in the old days your name defined who owned you as a slave.
And those who trespassed…
Could not bypass the fact that you belonged to someone.
You were the property of
Even if you didn't like it
You could try to fight it
But there was no denying it
Because you were branded, stamped and tagged,
Sealed and coded
And we would all know it…
And at times with that same disdain
I answer to that name.
Because there really is no one to blame
And well I am here.
And here with purpose.
Because I could have just been another spilled seed and earth less....
…I wasn’t wasted!
So his existence….Is and Was not worthless...
Because I give him relevance!
Even though one may never know who he is.
They will know through me…
I am the product of Eugene.
And I proudly acknowledge it!....
I am my mother’s child.
I am my father’s seed.
Yes he is growing in me.
And I’m shouting from the earth
EUGENIA til the death of me!!
Unedited version written by: Eugenia B. the daughter/seed of Eugene B.
(A poem excerpt from “Name Sake” )