Mother
i am your daughter
from our hunched shoulders to our furrowed brows
i am your daughter
from our reproachful eyes to our sharp tongues
i am your daughter
from our broken backs to our calloused hands
i am your daughter
Mother
do you remember me
do you regret me
do you look at me and lament
what you have created
but i am your flesh and blood
i am your kin and your spawn
i am your wretched doing
so do you remember
Mother
how you have made me
i am your finest creation
i will take from you
how you took from me
I will have what I am owed
I will have my debts repaid
what you have carved from my soul
I will take in flesh and blood