Some people have ancestors 

To worship and adore,

To watch over them

And guide them,

To inspire them to do great things

And protect them from all harm.

My ancestors died on the Trail of Tears

And gave up

Their ghosts so hard that even their spirits are hard to find.

So come

And love me,

For I am orphaned.

Come and watch over me.

Inspire me to greatness.

Put color into my pale cheeks.

Come and love me.

Be my ancestor.

-jenn