I have a lineage that goes back two thousand years
Bred from governors, senators and kings
Blood of warriors through my body sing like sirens in the ocean wide
It is my spirit, it is my pride
I have the blood of witches too
Of wholesome living old and new
A little secret here and there
A silent culture that you have scared
My heart is ancestral and dances their beat
I am proud of who I am
So let me bleat
I wear the past as my clothes
I share with you, through my prose
And through my prose, you shall know me well
That I release my secrets from my cell
And all that is me is proudly shown
So you can see what I’ve known
And what I’ve known is vast and wide
And this is why it is my pride