It starts with my mother's mother's mother,
and even further beyond that -
the repeated sins of the daughter,
a structure permanently damned.
And even further beyond that -
an endless cycle -
a structure permanently damned,
with the repetition of biblical, survival, denial.
An endless cycle -
a series of justifications and reminders -
with the repetition of biblical, survival, denial,
a witch's curse with generational martyrs.
We don't die with our graves -
a family recipe with too much sugar -
the punishment of past mistakes.
It starts with my mother's mother's mother.
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Not Quite A Woman
PoetryHalf diary, half something else. The feeling of being caught between two different worlds, and of hating men but wanting their attention. Hi. Pantoums, sestinas, a few freeform poems, and whatever else seems fun. New parts get shoved wherever seems...
