Map of My Origins

My grandparents are all from Sicily, brave,
unschooled souls who came through Ellis Island
in their twenties, married paisans who did
the same. My DNA test tells me more, smears
my ancestry across all of Southern Europe
to include Spain, Portugal, France, Greece.
The swirl bleeds to touch Turkey, Azerbaijan,
Morocco, Tunisia. Did those poor Sicilians
get to travel? No. That little island—
a crossroad, invaded again and again. Perhaps
they finally said, Make love, not war.
In my genome you see the footprints of those
from Jordan, Lebanon, Syria. Is it gene
recognition when I see anguished faces
of refugees and want to help? Or is it
my coding as a human that activates
my brain’s tender regions to respond
to any person’s plight?

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