I know my parents gave their chromosomes
to generate the person I became.
They set me up with nourishment, good homes,
and gave me education and a name.
They merged another several times of course,
for I’ve had younger siblings most my life.
They let us have two dogs but not a horse.
They raised me up to work and be a wife.

And I, rebellious since the age of 5,
was like a hero fated from the start.
For though I’ve chosen freely, I insist,
reviewing what I’ve been at while alive:
I’ve married twice, borne children of my heart,
and pushed the numbers till I killed my wrist.