Generations of Women
A kick here and there for my mom,
my daughters and me,
rivalry inscribed from birth to grave,
our mouths disengaging our brains.
Sweet kisses turning into salty tears,
do as I say not as I do!
Silent wars, screaming hostility,
with pods revolting and roots diving deep for refuge.
Galileo painting our minds,
with jealousy and conflicting opinions,
from one generation to another.