Family Tree Poem by Melanie DeichertMesedea

My destiny is my creation
The world I made myself
The destruction never told
I wrought this passion to you

Together we are at one
With nature and ourselves
There is no difference
She will be all we ever have

‘Kill me’ she pleads through the bottle
Eat me she screams at the tip of a pen
Search for me and you will never find me
Child, your parents do not let me

Be the world, I suffer but
of it I will not speak
Unless there be a moral
For the generation that inherits nothing

At this point she speak to me
You are not worthy of my generosity
For this I grant you nothing more
Than the selfish child you bore