Dinosaur Standing on Quicksand

What’s this I hear about  
generational curses
to reverse and undo?
Glossy banners riding on
waves of change,
held by many who are
unaware they are
still standing at the start line
of a race that hasn’t begun.

What is this curse they speak of?
Is it a trait that parents pass down
to offspring,
much like trees producing fruits
that are the same?
Or is it an act or pattern
that keeps repeating
from generation to generation?
And why is it so horrible
that it is called a curse?

Could it be that what they call
a generational curse
is what I know as
heredity and traditions?
Something they want to extinguish.
Something I want to hold on to.
I’m starting to feel like
a dinosaur standing on quicksand.