The Daughter of the Rabbit and the Horse

Born the daughter of the rabbit and the horse,

a second-generation classic, the old tired tale,

One who weathered through the storm,

the village hope, enough intuition to break the mold,

the end of a lineage of factory workers,

a new emergence of the name that I bear,

The other from a line of laborers,

the standard of the east, expected of greatness

a classic immigrant success story,

of which one day I would be expected to emulate

before I was even born,

Bound by a subject, forced by old age,

and so from a line of stories not yet complete,

I emerged,

the anomaly of biology, the oddity of study,

a different tale from the ones prior to me,

and yet,

I feel pledged to nothing.