generational trauma
I'm sick, Mama, and you are too.
You gave to me what they gave to you.
Grandma says 'time heals all wounds' and I think so too
but Mama,
you break my heart everyday
that the Sun comes up and you haven't changed.
Your indifference and my pain
appear in every chapter,
always together, written on the same page.
Sort of how I thought
you and I'd be someday.












