I am the sum of my parts,made from the women who came before me.
The goddesses of mundane things,
Of quiet bravery you most likely missed,
if you glanced elsewhere.
I am a woman who’s heart remained shuttered,
who taught children but had none of her own,
who gave up the promise of wife and mother,
so her younger siblings could be educated.
I wonder if she was happy.
I wonder what she would think of me.
I am 4 schoolteachers and a nurse
who left home at a young age and worked the night shift and loved a man,
she knew she shouldn’t.
She had strong hands and a soft heart.
I am a woman who started anew,
7,800 miles away from everything she had ever known.
Who is the most beautiful woman in the world,
because she loves,
because ” mother”is written into her skin, woven into her hair.
I am a 16 year old with wisdom beyond her years,
and eyes colored by inheritance.
I am the sum of my parts,
and it is the most important thing about me.