To say to you that I have it all figured out

Would be a blatant lie

My transparency 

Is to prevent you from having to heal from me

Shoulda

Coulda 

Woulda 

Don’t quite cut it 

17, 22, and 34 I birthed you

Still to this day I don’t quite have a clue

I cannot go back in time to erase my own missteps

But MY shortcomings

Need not hinder you

I know what it is like –

And I almost chose to be just like – 

It’s like – 

Mmm.

The world is tuning into topics 

Such as emotional intelligence

Truth is your mother just focused more on her own emotion regulation

My algorithm is lit on breaking generational curses

On growth and accountability 

I reflect on how I too was about to reiterate trauma onto each of you

Mmm.