Good/pure/light/
could not exist
without
Bad/evil/darkness

My self could not exist
without
My family.
But I am
not
enslaved by them.

Their misguided
stubborn
and droll attempts
to impart
their guilt & sadness--
stemming back from their childhood
insecurities of when they didn't fit in,
or when they saw their childhood robbed
by a church/cult
with an idea of The Truth.
And their despair over
the death of my older brother--
who didn't even live a day--
affected their judgements
on the decisions I've made.

I could hold on to this,
be bitter,
& upset...

but I'm not.

I'm happy/
& learning to be copacetic...
For I was born unto
negativity
but charged
with positivity.