will i learn to resent you?
i’m beginning to see parts of her in you.
her legacy will remain that of a
a hatred-filled reign of manipulation and domination.
i fear that your hand holding mine
will turn to steel,
shackles to tame;
control to maintain.
is this our heritage?
what the descendants of the island
will inevitably become?
with our bodies as pawns
in a constant game of power
i don’t want to inherit that legacy.
let it die when she does.
– it’s okay, just breathe. Take my hand, we will roam free.