AN: IDK how to make titles but its another poem

We are our DNA, our traits passed down from miles away

We are a compilation of stories and wonderful things that make up us

Stories of how our hair curls, falls, bounces, sways

Stories of how the melanin in our skin comes and goes away

Stories of how our eyes and lips and ears and height came to be

Stories of where and when and who and why

Stories of great escapes, of lost family and friends

Stories of our people our homes our treasure specialties

Stories of our tiring trials when we fought and lost or won

Stories of ever growing, ever changing, and adapting family trees

Sorting about all of our intricacies

Why they're family but them, they're not

Why we celebrate this and that

Lighting candles one by one

Going over stories tested by time

Examining, explaining, and starting again

How these stories will be with us to the end

But the stories get mixed tied intertwined

And when that happens how should I define

Which story I choose to tell

Who should I be today

What version do I present

Of the stories that I bring to and from hell

Which of myselves fits the stories I tell

AN: Also why r all my fictional husbands so ugly in the comics, so thank you to the MCU for hiring pretty people to play them