When I’m alone I loosen that generational knot
cinched knuckle tight around my throat
In my own company I laugh freely and love every part of me
There is no “other”
You can’t be “other” when it’s just you in the room
Every day I split another thread from this restraint
So my nieces and nephews never know this noose
May they never feel tethered to another’s discomfort
And may they drape only love from their necks
Inside forearms and beautiful lockets.
First Impression