A poem warning of the dangers of ancestry testing & the consequent risk of ill-founded doubt
(with thanks to Sylvia Plath)
Daddy give me a break
Daddy what will it take
That I am a part of you?
What do you see when you see me
Is there any way you can free me
And all that has come from you?
I never thought Mummy would stray
The phenotype is a giveaway
Was to blame, don't you think?
Daddy this gives you a thrill
Daddy who will you kill?
Someone you think it could be?
You told me it’s all a big hoax
That my genes come from the Big Smoke
Can be bothering you?
Do you want me to be unique
Does doubt give you all that you seek
I am perfectly me.