Poetry Project 2017: Day 12

Old, ugly, frail,
well on my way to being
a valueless woman.

Pain, unexpected,
reminds me of 
hereditary conditions.

How many ways will I follow?
Mother, aunts, grandmother,
power and pain.

Even powerful women 
are plagued by
our ancestors' condition.

Here I go 
on the road to old age,
a one way ticket.
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