I'm my mumma's daughter
I've become the product of hate
the pillar between mumma and papa
my spine bearing the pain of hate.

I'm my mumma's daughter
I'm the pillow on an empty bed
full of tears and triggers
that fuel my anxiety and emotions.

I'm my mumma's daughter
I've lost my self-esteem to the Atlantis
Oh, the Eldorado inside me
I've to cut myself open to find the rubies.

I'm my mumma's daughter
The concept of someone loving me
out of the sheer emotion and not familial ties
that are barbed wires, cutting my wrists
is alien to me.

I'm my mumma's daughter
who's taught me to ask twice
why a man would be with me
'cause she ended up with my father(with a beauty like her, men would kill).

I'm my mumma's daughter
who has to be reminded that she's loved
and that reminder becomes an annoyance
and I feel you'll snooze me again, just like others did.
(Oh, the vicious cycle goes on)

But,
I'm also my mumma's daughter
who'll not let my self-worth dilute
in the poison of her husband's ego
just like she didn't.

I'm also my mumma's daughter
who'll learn to love herself in every shape and form
'cause she's a heart of gold any sane man should kill
just like she didn't.

I'm also my mumma's daughter
who'll not depend on others to anchor
her volatile emotions on, to hold herself accountable for her tides and still waves, on a moonlit night
just like she didn't.

I'm also my mumma's daughter
who'll not prick her wounds
who'll not glorify her struggles behind her daughter's over-achieving existence
who'll not let herself oppress
just like she didn't.

I'm my mumma's daughter
who's exactly what her mother
wished to be
but
could never be.

I'm my mumma's daughter.

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Poem to help you and me heal.