D N A
In place whisper unto your ear
Sonnet spoken softly for only you to hear
Fingers embrace your vessel such
Or ercononomiclly hands in fingers cross
DNA
Doing nostalgia atomically
Don't no always
Doesn't never align
Distance navigate awareness
Don't know answers
Lips placed on cheeks
Printed placed lipstick kiss
Verbally i'm reminisce
Such a delicious substitute taste
Amazingly flavored in graced
Renaissance bliss
DNA
Doing nostalgia atomically
Don't no always
Doesn't never align
Distance navigate awareness
5/14/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
My life just didn’t start when I was born
It is interwoven with those who have come before
Many people make up who I am
Some I have met but for a few short years
Others have been gone long before I am
From far-away lands they came to be
Looking for a better life for them and me
From all kinds of walks in life were they
But yet each has made an impact in some way
As my hair could be curly or straight
My eyes could be as dark as the night
Or as blue as the sky
My skin could be light or dark,
Or any shade in-between
My genes are what my ancestors gave to me
Whether it be shaping the country
Or shaping me
Their journey continues even in me
Doesn't mean anything when strangers became friends who become like family
Because I am a rose you expect me to be red
But I am black hope there’s much to be said
My petals not yellow but thick onyx braids
Inspiring the fellows who want to get laid
But I’m no mattress nor am I for sale
Comfy in my blackness no need to yell
Stigma and enigma due to my pride
Misunderstood figure refusing slight
My feet are planted in brown dirt
Inspiring romantic despite my hurts
Cut me deep and I bleed cranberries
DNA unique magical like cocoa faeries
Optimistic singing James Brown so loud
Who can resist I’m black and I’m proud
They brought them back in the Age of Dust,
when crops failed and gods went quiet.
With DNA teased from marrow’s crust,
they rose--reborn, and violent.
In glass-born labs beneath dead cities,
the scientists whispered hope.
“Guardians,” they said, “not beasts nor pity,”
as they cut through time’s old rope.
But the wolves remembered ice and blood,
the hunt, the pack, the kill--
they moved like ghosts through ash and mud,
with a hunger time couldn’t still.
The world grew wild beneath their gaze,
old fences fell to claw and fang.
The sky turned gray for endless days,
and silence bloomed where children sang.
We learned to speak in signal fire,
to tread the earth with care--
for the alphas ruled from mountain spire,
and no one dares go there.
Now laws are written in howl and tooth,
in scent and scar and chase.
The price of playing God, in truth,
was the loss of the human race.
They roam where cities used to burn,
where glass lies sharp in bone--
and every full moon, we return
to pray they leave us alone.
DNA
“You are not worthy of my love.”
Silent words scorch skin like an invisible flame.
DNA passed down and left to wither,
a family heirloom I don’t dare claim.
A cracked and shattered mirror,
a broken picture frame—
I see nothing of you in me,
and maybe that’s why you never say my name.
But when the scoreboard flashes victory,
your number lights up my screen,
as if a game could bridge the silence,
as if love was something you’d ever mean.
She has your eyes, your sharp-edged smile,
you call her first, like she’s proof you exist.
I wear my mother’s face instead,
a reflection you’d rather dismiss.
Invisibly Twisting,
Endlessly,
Into eternity.
The smallest piece,
Of you and me.
Holding truth after truth,
The Secrets to our youth.
A strain identifying,
Our souls' Time line.
Our Cells multiplying,
Creating A perfect design.
The housing of the divine.
The magic key,
Hiding our history,
That's smothered in Mystery.
The truth about Humanity,
Being sovereign and free.
Open your mind,
You just may find,
If you quiet the self,
And take the time,
The secrets we left behind.
Go deep inside,
Find your divide.
From Self to skin,
See the Cells within.
Getting closer now,
Your reality,
Twisting endlessly,
Into Divinity.
Looking into,
A? whole new Galaxy,
That connects YOU and ME
What makes us?
All the differs
Make us suffer
I challenge any sucker
to tickle the ivories
And aline with me
To make a beat
So we can agree
We're in a dark place
Standing with straight face
Waiting for the grace
To take the place
Of any person
Who stands as one
Ready for the demon
To enter their sermone
We all know the truth
But some chose to refuse
That life is a ruse
Evil with no excuse
Music is the light
Excitement to reignite
Joy in the heart of life
So why choose to fight
Embrace what beat cometh
With a sound loud enough
To blow away the bad stuff
That we're to believe is rough
Hopefully opens your heart
To make a start
As to rehabilitate the heart
And hopefully appreciate art
I battle each and ev'ry day
against a guy called DNA.
So, when you see me play the fool,
blame it on a molecule.
It's not the pain
of the prick
it's the pain
finding out the truth
bringing Justice
for the victim
We have a wide, extended and expanding family
that seems to grow a little larger every day.
Family members who share our DNA.
and other members who through shared love
have become family along the way.
Because when it come to family…
at least the family we like to think of…
we love the family members who we’ve given the gift of life
as well as those who’ve given us the gift of love.
If this is the way we all thought about everyone…
not just our children…our relatives…our friends
imagine how far across the world
our family would extend.
Yes, imagine how wide a circle our family would encompass
If our family included along the way…
with all the members who do
all those who do not share our DNA.
A dash of DNA decides
The color of our eyes
And probably our hair and skin
And possibly our size.
Genetics, though, is just a part
Of who we grow to be,
For many other factors count,
Each one to some degree.
Our family life, our neighborhood,
Our friends, religion, schools,
All help determine how we’ll use
Our inborn molecules.
We learn from our experience;
So much of it holds sway
That overall it counts more than
That dash of DNA.
Ancestry and Me
I am:
55% Western European
13% Jewish
20% Scotch-Irish
12% Scandinavian
So, my DNA tells me.
I’m a mutt, a combination,
an aggregation, an agglomeration,
a conglomeration and what other word
you want to use.
But, you add this all up
and I am me.
octopus, as I study you
your geneology is not tried and true
alien DNA is what you have, my friend
i wish could talk to clear up this trend
your extensive genome has great complexity
with thirty thousand coding genes, you outrank me
are you from mars, venus or is pluto your extension?
your problem-solving skills are beyond my comprehension
octopus, as I study you
I am confused, what can i do?
who can I ask?
maybe only you.
Convicted of raping
Now new game he's playing
He is sex offender
But he changes gender
So he becomes a she
Then the law does agree
The game he now has won
Sent to women's prison
Has something gone amiss
That lets him take the piss?
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