“U4c1 — Blood of the Caucasus”
I carry U4c1 —
not just a code,
but the echo of women
who walked the earth
before history had a name.
They crossed rivers,
they climbed the Caucasus —
and left pieces of themselves
in the wind,
in the snow,
in me.
I carry the Caucasus —
not borrowed,
but born.
Before Turks.
Before flags.
Before even the word “Kurd” was drawn in script —
she was there.
She — my mother’s mother’s mother,
and all the women before her —
carried this flame
in their marrow.
And now it burns in me.
I carry U4c1,
I carry the mountain,
I carry the silence
they keep trying to rename.
They carry stories.
I carry proof.
No border can erase this lineage.
No empire can bury her walk.
I am not borrowed.
I am not invented.
I am from the Caucasus,
and the Caucasus is in me.