Generations

Vibrations at me should be of me 

but aren't me,

aren't me at all. 

Where did I come from, 

if not from

this person who now makes all my notes quaver

whenever

she tries to sing my tune? 

What happened

when she remembered who she was 

when she was me

to make me suddenly 

so much less like her, 

I who must bear all the burden 

of being the only

one who could biologically become her, 

who's from her?

And how if I'm the one who moves too fast am I the one

who fears this frequency 

too high, 

too loud, 

like theatrically talking to distract from something awful

in the next room over, 

or the corner?

Please see this energy,

I beg,

Please see yourself and me

as we are now not as you were

when I was helpless, 

and you were too.