Exercise 1: Abstract - Lineage

Swelter, Clenched Fists and a beating of heat

An inheritance I'm told I've adopted through dominant genetics

Scolding, accompanied by forewarning whispers: "Don't be like him."

For he was a firestarter, a white knuckler with gasoline for words and matches for actions

The business of the men before me have been born into, men after me expected to do

My palms have once burned the same as theirs, but time passes and I shed these layers of legacies

The chain breaks and I venture down unmanned roads 

Paving paths undamaged, leaving beauty and growth in place of destruction

Signs, a calming in the midst of a storm

Realization, I am not the ones who have come before me, i do not breathe out chaos.