Blood

Hot, sticky, and wet

Thicker than water

Born with the debt

Passed from mother to daughter

 

Running through each vein

Searching for escape

The generations bare the stain

Pooling from each scrape

 

Hating what’s inside

Wanting it to be changed

Being forced to abide

What has already been arranged

 

That deep dark red

The curse with which each is born

The difference between alive and dead

Flowing with past scorn

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