"I never want kids", she said
It's easy to put that way, at her age
But she'd never forget the way she bled
Stuck in her mind that was like a cage
"It'll be a generational curse"
She couldn't bare someone else repeating
Those words her mind would rehearse
When she couldn't stop herself from eating
They told her it wasn't her fault
But whose fault really was it
If she liked tasting the salt
That stained on the face of the misfit?
Committing was hard, both means
She couldn't commit to anything
Being too tired to hurt and staying clean
And gave up on her thoughts of dying
"I never want kids", she said, dazed
Maybe it will be better that way
Remembering the way she was raised
Why was the price left for her to pay?
And she said, "So listen to me, kids"
"Before you start dreaming of children,"
"Know they'll be your parents' grandkids."
Still searching for someone to shift the blame on
But maybe they were the real villains.
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Author:
Estella Remy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 23rd, 2026 18:22
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Trauma passed on becomes a determining factor in this poem. Well written.
Nicely written
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