Intergenerational. (Mothers)

My great grandmother was a farmer

She was a medicine woman

She was brave.

My grandmother never spoke English

She was not literate

She raised her children through a war.

My mother is a broken women

She holds both magic and rage

She never shows love.

I would like to think that I am good with words

But I keep everything inside

I feel empty sometimes.

-A.A. Eke

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