I found out from my DNA
that I’m part Roma
gypsy, traveller, dreamer
I used to see that freedom
in my mother’s eyes
the curve of her nose
bold and brave
unlike mine that curved small
the olive skinned women
on her side
so different from
my legacy of Vikings
her black curly hair
became light brown curls in me
my spirit
never staying in one place for too
long
the need for freedom
my love for poetry
and dreams of the future
all of this
lived within me too
I heard the cries of my ancestors
as they rose through history
to embrace me
through my mother’s arms
finally
everything made sense
and I was home
