i am not a fruit of love

i was brushing my teeth when i had the, not so surprising thought. i am not a fruit of love. i am not made from love. i am a result of societies oppression. specifically familial oppression coming from both sides of my family. at the time my mom and dad met (barely), it was seen taboo if two people had sex before marriage. even moreso, if the woman gets pregnant. so, immediately, they were made to marry each other in court. my parents were only 20 when that happened. children having children. brain’s not formed yet, lives barely even started for both of them. childhood trauma from both grandparents, moulding their brains… i think my parents' brains are still stuck at 20. sure they are in their 40’s now, still, very young. that’s because they never got to live their lives for themselves. they kept their head low, nod and followed what the elderly said. since they are so wise and know what is right. you follow what the elderly says out of respect, especially if what you have done…