In the women who came before

In my family on my maternal side, there is an ominous pattern of mothers destroying their daughters, and daughters growing up to be mothers who destroy their daughters. It has to stop somewhere.
There is, in the women
who came before
A long line of angry destruction
A kind of familial war -
Where mothers and daughters
Keep a victim versus
perpetrator score.
I don’t know when it started
But it ends with me so
This lineage of the broken hearted
My grand, and my
great grand daughters
will never again have to know.