Gen Curses

It begin in my dreams...those things That have been caped onto the back of decay Through generational regurgitation of lifeless speech Rendering me, opposition before setting my eyes on earth A curse... And its identity wore no words Instead, it hooked up with passion and dressed itself in love Kisses and hugs, hugs and kisses from the misses, Missing what my great great great grand envisioned When she spoke the oath that tied her soul and priced her worth A curse... From her mouth, foundations of wisdom were woven, Word by act, like flowers no seeds; patching together hurt with hope Shaping a coat to lay over the cancer that was deposited into her creed ...deposited into her spirit, to eat a hole into her soul His devise was full of woes, uncontrolled without rehearse A curse... But she spoke, without repose as if no one would know That the letters breathed onto me were breached, Broken speech, passed down from her to her, to her then me So that my speech and my speech's speech would always feed into a stolen soul It breaks here... those things That has been caped onto the back of decay Through generational regurgitation of lifeless speech No dying before death, nor eating disbelief It breaks here, with life-speaking me