I often think of the women of my tribe
That came before me
High born women called
And how my relatives today revel in the fact that
We came from nobility
If my mother did not choose my father
And if my grandmother was widowed and given nothing
And if my aunt was punished for loving a man
Nobility or not
High rank, daughters of generals
There was no honor in their upbringing.
You treated my ancestral females like
Porcelain dolls and
Beautiful to look at
But only valued for fertility.