• ashwdhi 17w

    Those curses were not yours, child
    They were ours.
    You were not born
    Branded with destiny's iron
    Under the wrath of stars.
    We saw violence, silent and loud,
    Hidden inside the curtains of love,
    All tears had to be washed away,
    All cries had to be muffled,
    Because gratitude.
    Generational curses fell
    Upon our heads,
    And those plights were not yours,
    Child, you were born after the
    Storm died.
    You were born to live,
    We were born to survive.

    ©ashwdhi