if i have a daughter,
will she have my thin hair
and sneer at social niceties,
will she hug strangers tightly,
or hide in the corner at awkward parties?
would she have called him back,
or blocked the number, before
it all got so bad.
if i have a daughter,
will she have my imagination
and mold words into minds,
like holding onto herself wisely,
carrying confidence that glides past,
those who haven't met themselves?
or will she trust in the bigger picture, before
it ever gets taken.