My Mother’s Daughter

What would I be
If I were not his wife,
His daughter?
If what I did was “enough”,
If enough was ever okay?

If I were only my mother’s daughter,
Would I still have to beg
For validation, a conquest, a lilac?
Would I be more than a responsibility,
A bare minimum to discuss?

But I am my mother’s daughter.
So how am I still a conquest?
Why is the lilac I bought,
Just never enough?

Who do I worship
Should I touch his feet?
The red I carry, does that make me worthy?
Or will I always be the dime you could just spare

The next time I ask,
What am I made for?
May I not answer,
More than just his wife.