Should I be like you and toe the line,
follow rules that served a different time?
Be like the ones that play pretend,
let it burn and fester so there’s a bitter end?
Give all up that feels free and light
so you can call the shots and guide my life.
Could I do for you
like you did for your mother but find a better way.
Where there’s love and respect each other
and a space where we both have our say.
To mothers who were the daughters that brought change quietly.
And to their brave daughters who have held on to it and learned to speak out.
This poem is a take-off on A Space Where We Both Have Our Say a poem I wrote many years ago.