This poem is from Bianca's collection Crown Noble published by Button Poetry
I found this poem the other day and I fell in love with it.
Sonnet For My Daughter
my mother to me
i dreamt of the lives that could have been mine
(dressmaker, horticulturist, doula,
ethical hacker, hotel manager,
perfumist, pilot, a bounty hunter,
locomotive engineer, stunt double,
dentist, sommelier, ocularist)
while cradling the swollen belly that locked
all doors but one. my identity was
relative now. you made me mother and
all the rest. gilded cagemate, child:
you lock-picked your way into the world and
left nothing for me to eat. i starved, so
i fled. you'll understand when you're older: