The seed of wrath roots in her stomach,
\nthe seed of a sin that grows into a daughter.
\nIt\u2019s a sin that swells, splits the womb and sprouts,
\nall teeth, all sour, all ugly things to the core.<\/p>\n
My bitterness is my mother\u2019s heirloom,
\na relic of her unspoken labor,
\na silence carved from the marrow of rage,
\nrage shaped into a compliant shape,
\nrage taught to swallow like rotten fruit.<\/p>\n
She gripped my hand as if it were a trophy,
\nnot flesh, not bone, but her own dream.
\nUntil she saw I was not gold, but steel,
\ncold and unyielding, a mirror too sharp,
\na bird too free and a fox too sly.<\/p>\n
Now, she hungers to devour me,
\nA failed chance, a flawed reflection,
\nA desperate clawing for what she lost to me.
\n\u201cYou could be anything,\u201d she says,
\nwhile staring at herself in the kitchen mirror.<\/p>\n
But contrary to my mother,
\nI never believed I could be anything.
\nI could only go so far as being me,
\na self she cannot claim,
\na seed she cannot uproot,
\nthe bitter fruit she never knew.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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