A Poem About Daughters: Ancestors

Someone once told me,

My mother carried my daughter first.

It’s true!

When we were in our mother our eggs form in the embryo as a fetus,

My mother made room for my daughter and fed my daughter before I.

And her grandmother the same with her and I,

One day I will carry my grand daughter along with my daughter.

Two generations,

Listening and feeling

Before their existence.

Now that you know,

How dare we ridicule ourselves?