As with all human beings I was not born of my own choice
I did not choose my skin color, my size or the sound of my voice
Decisions were made, wine sipped
Long before my grandfather got drunk
Still I carry around this burden
Like an old inherited trunk
I have come to appreciate the complexity of DNA
And the simplicity it plays
In my alcoholic addictive way
Not a cop out, not placing blame
But it's clear I inherited more than my father's last name
Bloodlines have been crossed, genealogies mixed
Which is part of the reason that I crave my next fix
I struggle with thoughts of pleasure and pain
And an addictive nature that runs through my veins
Knowing is half the battle
That is the truth
Which is why I've penned this letter
Because I have reproduced
I pray my sons read this and know where they come from
And wisely avoid the snares from which I did not run

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Born 10/30/1978 to Brenda J Smith and Lec A Smith II Brendan El Smith grew up in the inner city of Harrisburg PA. Internal and external factors along with bad choices took Brendan down the dark road of alcoholism and addiction. Determined to make something of himself for his wife and children Brendan found peace in poetry. He also found that through his story he could relate to and help those in need of love and support.