Inheritance

I wrote a poem today and hated it

And in its mirror, I hated me

How can I love a woman when I grew up

Thinking my mother hated me

And how can I have a daughter and be the

The father she needs

A cruel reminder thinking a woman

Deserves it when she bleeds

But I would never hurt her

Willingly

And I loved, I hope

Conscious of failure

I sit with the quiet

And call it peace