Cursed
My family has been stuck
stuck in a vicious cycle of negative thinking,
and they chose to label it a curse.
See, my sisters and I come from strong women with
weak hearts.
Damaged by men but shoulders never cracking or faltering.
But not me,
I have travelled through the treasure maps of my
family's sorrows and found my worth.
Because, I want moments where my
daughter is full of laughter and love where she knows
nothing of the pain of her roots,
All because I erased the stamp
'Generational Curse"
from her feet,
so it does not follow her every step.
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