Wembley High Technology College, London, 2015
In the dream my mother said:
‘Do not end up like me.’
I wake and touch my face, that is so much like her own.
I think of my grandmother
and her mother and her mother,
until they blend into one long-haired woman
who gives up her dreams
for money, for country, for men, for me.
When I have a daughter I hope she overthrows me.
I hope she is better than anything I could imagine;
I hope she has a heart embroidered with this poem.
