birth-giver

the hands that once orchestrated the very fabrication of my being 

 

are now the ones slowly ripping it to shreds

 

an overbearing menace in my life that never fails to haunt me:

 

the fear that one day I will turn out to be exactly like you.

 

you, the one who made me reevaluate what it means to have a family

 

the one who makes me want to search the other side of the world for a place to call home.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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