Heirloom or Curse?

I don’t trust I can become

A mother that her child will adore

Right now I can choose to be numb

But then I would never feel sure

Using my name and passing it down

Would be vain and pointless in my eyes

As if I thought of my name as the crown

For a girl who only knew it as lies

I am human I will fall I am not worthy

Of considering myself worth giving

My name is not something so lovely

That a child should want it while living

I won’t pass my name down, it doesn’t seem right

To force a part of my identity

Onto a child who in her own life

Should form who her Creator says she’s meant to be