Generational trauma
Where tough love precedes the physical and emotional connection that was once visible through her(my) umbilical cord
Acts of service
I do for my parents because I(love)
Or because it is an obligation
And I am forever indebted to these strangers
That have not once asked me what's on my mind
What do I dream of
What do I hope to do , see , be
Indebted to the sacrifices they made
So much I ignore my desires and needs
Dying inside trying to please these strangers
Generational trauma
Where love poems spring of off the tree
Your daughter looks ripe and I want to pluck
Ownership and debt
Or so that's how it feels
Theafrolegalise
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