Thu, 11/08/2018 - 19:27 -- AJohn07

My family has been stuck 

stuck in a vicious cycle of negative thinking,

and they chose to label it a curse.

See, my sisters and I come from strong women with

weak hearts.

Damaged by men but shoulders never cracking or faltering.

But not me,

I have travelled through the treasure maps of my 

family's sorrows and found my worth.

Because, I want moments where my 

daughter is full of laughter and love where she knows

nothing of the pain of her roots,

All because I erased the stamp 

'Generational Curse"

from her feet,

so it does not follow her every step. 






This poem is about: 
My family


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