A poem about the legacies we hand down to our children.
When as little children
we receive admonitions,
shaming reproaches, spankings,
do our unborn young
still recessed in inner cavities
flinch from that wounding?
At what point is DNA encoded,
decreeing one child victim
to another’s aggressor?
Such fools are we to believe
our actions are harmless
when our unborn
carry our legacies
before they are even conceived!
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