notes app poem 2

i yearn for a child but 

i fear my children will suffer 

and be locked under the care of my own mother, and the mothers who came before them

i fear my children would be cursed by the villain in the mirror and preyed on by the demons in this world who don’t care for them 

i am afraid that i wouldn’t be able to protect them from the sickness my own blood carries 

i’m scared if i were to pick the wrong person to mix my dna with 

and then my children would be crushed under the burden of the wrong man

the woman i see when i look in the mirror doesn’t want to be the woman i see when i look to my mother and the one she sees in hers.