The women in my family

I come from a generation of broken women.

Of women who were “too strong” to be loved.

Of women who are too familiar with broken marriages,

Of women who love betrayed. Time and time again.

Who watched their parents before them,

Unravel, break drift.

And they went on to mimic,

Adult love that was…unfamiliar.

Mimic adult lives.

And birth a generation of women who,

Love continues to betray.

Who are broken just like the women before them.

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