August 13, 2019

I am my Mother’s Daughter. {Poem}


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I am my mother’s daughter,
raised by a single mother with nine kids.
I am a product of
chicken legs,
small wrists,
long hair,
sarcastic remarks,
And unbelievable stubbornness.
I come from a long line of strong, fierce, no bullsh*t, independent women and they are a force to be reckoned with.
Their struggles are my struggles.
Their insecurities are my insecurities.
Their fears are my fears.
My grandmother is weaved in between all of us. Pieces of her backbone never broke and her blood runs thick.
I am my mother’s daughter.
I have been the glue that holds everyone and everything together and I have suffered in silence and isolation.
I have spoken up and not been heard but I have fought for what is right and I have held my power with grace.
The ancestral weight I carry is heavy at times, but I know it doesn’t have to be.
I am my mother’s daughter, her legacy.
But I am making waves in my generational patterns and I am breaking down barriers,
shifting perspectives,
and growing beyond my limitations.
Watch me as I navigate new territory.
Watch me as I take pieces of
my grandmother,
my mother,
her sisters,
and my cousins
with me in my heart.
Watch me.
I am my mother’s daughter.

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