My Genetic Dreamcatcher

Complete me and see the most

intruging thing;

my love and womb

bore me with her youth.


Tears my hair out

and glues me in place.


Only one with the hands

burnt by her lovers flame.


Standing tall at five feet and one inch,

the mighty fist wrings the necks of 

her deserter.


Standing tall with her

105 pound body,

resisting to herself,

letting me heal.




What will become me. 


~ My mother, the only woman to understand pain and stick around, just for me

This poem is about: 
My family


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