adoption
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I remember you.but I also hope thatyou will remember me too.
You’re out theresomewheresmiling,crying,having the time of your life.
I was once a little kid
lost and alone.
Searching the streets
for a place to call home.
Then you found me
and took me in as your own.
I can never repay you
When the topic of family
comes up, I tell people
that I am adopted.
People usually give me
The pity look and ask
me what happened.
Blood formed in battle
Is thicker than the water of the womb
Likewise
You
A father formed through the battle of not
having my own
Is much more real to me than a man I
never met
Blood formed in battle
Is thicker than the water of the womb
Likewise
You
A father formed through the battle of not
having my own
Is much more real to me than a man I
never met
I was born an orphanbut given the greatest opportunity possibleI was chosen by the most worthy familyI grew up healthy and happywith mere struggles to overcomeone day my life went awry and I nearly passed
You ask me for a moment of my time
Like you think I’ve made a shrine
Of our long-lost memories
Here you are asking for anniversaries
Like we didn’t break up a family
Sometimes it is hard to explain to people what is going on in your head,
To put into words all of these thoughts that you typically dread.
Sometimes you realize that maybe it is better to not talk about them at all,
I was raised in darkness and deceit.
For the first 6 years not a speck of love was around me.
It wasn't until I was older, that's when they found me.
Kindness, peace, love, gentleness, and patience.
To care for their children, my big brother and me,
My parents would willingly part a raging sea,
The modern-day Byzantine icons, living, breathing saints,
A slash to my youth, their troubled life taints.
"You aren't my mother."
Such a foolish thing to say.
But as a child,
How could I know better?
Tears formed in your eyes
And your cheeks became red.
You were hurt, in pain.
The Sun shines
The Rain comes to an End
The baby scream
Welcome to this world little child
Mommy Loves you
She get put into the arms of another
Never to see her mommy again
Taken away
She bore,
life.
First two,
expected.
A third,
sweet baby girl
don't you know you're unintentional.
But oh how she'll love you
all the same.
Daughter.
I am hers and
She laughs because while you see bullets
She sees rain
persistance is Her umbrella
the whispers of pain and doubt
urge Her
forward.
The terrain mocks Her ankles
She groans as She slips
My love,
You are turning 11-years-old this year.
My heart drops to my stomach when I think about that.
Dearest Sister,
Oh, how you have suffered.
Child of infidelity, war, and poverty--
Abandoned by those you loved most,
By those who were supposed to love you back.
Dear Mother,
Hello, I just wanted to say you aren't a mother.
I mean a mother couldnt do what you did to me could she?
You left me in the streets so you can get high.
Dear Mom,
Every morning I wake up
I think about why you gave me up
When I feel full from everything I ate
I feel thankful for the loaded plate
As I learn more in school
Dear Gums,
That's my nickname for you,
Cause babygirl you got no teeth
I write this with you next to me on the floor
When I look down at you I know want so more
The day you entered my life
I know we won’t have any strife
Our family: Dad, child, wife
But that is just a big fyffe
A lie just to give you hope
Daddy don’t need to elope
Thinking of a future child
one that's non-biological.
One that might have been
once loved by another mother.
Maybe not.
Maybe they'll never know her.
Maybe they will have
Father is angry
brother is crazy.
Mama is worried
but sister is perky.
Arguing constantly
everyone hates me.
Or I don't seem to matter anyways.
Because you loved me- you carried me
for nine months
Knowing that you could only hold me
for a moment
Because you loved me,
She wants to be a vet, a chef, for all we know, a princess,
But we see her growing up in this mess.
The life we call a system for kids that go where they are mistreated,
I've never known you
And I don't intend to.
I've never known your face,
I have never known your name,
Nor your voice,
I have never known you.
You brought me into the world,
Anya Zebell
10 May 2017
Adopting a New Land
When I moved from Ukraine
there was a lot of pain
New faces
New places
I didn't know what to think
let alone, let it sink
You were never there for me.
You Weren’t there when I said my first words.
Dear Daughter,
The strange man
who you called father
was only looking to bruise you at night
Who are they?
They won’t let me know.
I was just 3
When they took me home
Now I’m 16!
I ask who they were.
I want to be something to give to people.
I want my words I one day write,
to make people feel something.
To be so strong, they feel like you’ve been punched in the gut.
We went to the pound to look at the dogs ‘Just to look.” my parents had said But we all new what was going to happen I was going to find a dog and we would “have to keep it” I was in desperate need for a furry friend. My life was dull and sad. I w
Adoption is rarely talked about, but is partly the reason why we are where we are today.We hesitate to talk because all that ever comes are the snide comments,waiting like dangling knives at our throats,
There is a hole inside me
It is so tiny and small
Miniscule
Really
Like there's nothing there at all
It feels brand new, try to see
But it's laid dormant for years
Brightly colored shapes scatter through the yard
Announcing someone’s special day
There are several inside, brightening the wooden room
I never took those pills,
popping
one after another
like candy.
I didn’t dig
deeper, deeper into the layers of skin—just trying to feel.
I never left home;
we never grew apart.
I am
the road less traveled
funny indeed
the creation of two families
one of birth
one of adoption
I am
the one that they wanted
to have opportunities
Alone in a field, alone, with no wind to carry
Nothing and no one to carry him he begins to dry
Then the Tornado enters his life, and rips him from his slow decay
Kalenjin Dream
Hello, goodbye my cherub son
Though you never saw the light of day
Your light shines brighter than the stars
Nine years and twenty five days old
That's what you'd be now, what you are now
Fifty two days our hearts beat as one
Your only heartbeat I knew was your last
Adoption is tough,
Adoption is life changing,
I would be first to know.
Let me tell you how:
I hurt for years without knwing,
I cried so many nights just longing,
Was it for her?
Swimming in the anger, drowning in the sin.
Its been so long, how long has it been?
You left abruptly with no trace on your lips,
Of remorse for the pain, and your angry countenance.
Little girls not allowed.
Grown-ups deciding fate,
Including a future shifting to gray.
Doesn’t she have a say?
Taught of liberty,
Chained doves dream.
You’re free to fly.
It's kind of weird being adopted.
You become a part of someone's family.
These people could just as easily been strangers passing by.
And you are stuck in a world surrounded by people that look nothing like you
I am me and not me
I am American yet not
I was adopted from China but am I Chinese
I was raised Italin but am I Caucasian
My friends ask me if I know I have a white family
I laugh because I am me
Born to this world with drugs in my body.
Doctors fixed me up, but I'm left with nobody.
Still Unbroken.
Sent to Foster care right away.
Until this couple came and made my day.
Still Unbroken.
My real name was foster kid when I was young and wanted to find a new family.
My foster mom called me trouble and I used to misbehave at home and at school.
Reach for the stars they say
but they dont know what its like day by day
they play us like pawn in a simple game
moving us, directing us in their own way
However thats not how it's going to go
I never felt powerful, strong, or that I made a difference
Kids often don't
I never felt my life could be impactful or have a purpose
But, that was another me, a younger me
My parents made the choice to foster
If I would have cried and begged you to stay in your arms, would you have kept me?
would you have let me be?
was it easier to turn your back on me?
who were you truely setting free? you or me?
I once had a dream about shopping for a mom.
You could choose whichever you wanted
And if you weren’t content with your purchase,
An exchange or return could be arranged
As long as you had kept the box and receipt.
"Dog Lovers" all around
More dead bodies at the pound
Please don't buy and please don't breed
Adopting is what our world needs
Puppy mills and backyard breeders
Adding on to the death meter
A gust of heartless air escaped the cracked door
I arrived just in time to inhale the aftermath of decayed black crows,
Only to regurgitate the clumps of feathers
I almost suffocated.
i write for a boy.
who i've met
only a handful
of times.
i write for a boy.
who i did not
know
until i was already
a person
with a hard shell
and a
This woman is expecting a new baby girl
Brought into this beautiful magical world
But this world isn’t as magical as it seems
When all she can focus on isn’t me
I matter too don’t I ?
I dream of a bond from birth growing stronger everyday.
Not everyone understands the roles being played.
Although I didn't come from your womb I am your daughter.
What's on my mind?
What about what's in my heart?
What makes it bleed and break,
cry out in despair,
what makes me try and want to rip out my hair.
What I think about when it gets dark,
The girl is so lost,
So hurt and so broken.
We don't see the cost,
Of the words left unspoken.
I would that we all,
Help this girl who is weak,
Stand up when she falls,
A perfect boat of gravy,A tender slice of lamb,Crispy green vegetables,Potatoes straight from the pan.
Hi, my name is Elizabeth Grace
I am writing you this letter in hopes to fill this void space
Concrete floors
The claking never ends
The constant barking in your floppy ears
Sorry, Sunny
That's just how it is
Three years to the day
Only fifteen, so they say you’re a mistake.
I feel you in my belly as my heart begins to ache;
I made a bad choice, but still I get you as my prize.
Your daddy walks out as I wipe tears from my eyes.
I am from my birth mothers choice to give me up for adoption. I am from her realization that drugs were more important than me. Her mistakes have taught me right from wrong. The person that she is, is the person I will never be.
I was born in Maoming
to the sounds of sirens and in the midst of yellow smoke,
I’d imagine.
I was blessed.
I could have died nine minutes into my life.
Or before I took in my first polluted breath.
My life was short
My life was cruel.
Winston was my brother
But he hardly felt as one.
I never was a child
I never lived my life.
I was robbed of a past
I was robbed of a future.
sincerely, mom
You're one in a million and a complete secret
Through me, you are their life
Bringing me peace and love, I know fate exists
I'm carried through knowing you're out there
Dark brown eyes almost black glistening
in the sea of bright blue
Tightly coiled hair
Nappy from root to end
Surrounded by bone straight blonde
My siblings are biology
I am manmade
What is this feeling
So strange and alone
My fingers cannot move
And my heart has turned to stone.
The aching in my head
The darkness full of pain
The weakness in my lungs
The bubbly laugh of a baby boy,
A beautiful smile of a toddling two year old.
The innocence of a child is something we take for granted.
To think someone could decide to end the budding life within themselves..
These are two wonderful people,
I can clearly say are mine.
They love me, care for me,
And always give their own time.
I miss my baby
I wonder if he is okay
all i hope is that maybe, just maybe
I will get to see him one day
It's been three years too long
I was just fifteen
giving you up was wrong
(poems go here) I feel it...
Kick
Kick
kick
Inside of me
Your apart of me
Sweet child of mine, please forgive
Forgive me for having to bring you into this world
For only having love to give you
I remember the day you were born, I was just a kid myself, afraid of so many things… but most of all, afraid of loving you.
To neither understand nor be understood.
To know, but not know everything.
To live, but not live in a complete state.
To be a part of something, but be separate.
All of this, all at once,
Every single day.
from fertilization to conception
i was 2 living cells
but since we have been joined
we're on living being now
growing up as a cub all alone in the streams,without parents life is tough brother take it from me papa bear was shot in a hunters delight moma took the blame even though it aint right 5 cubs all alone to fend for themselves the cave not a home be
If all the world had sisters like I had sisters
The fair and the sweet and the wild,
(and that strange thing I call Humphry)
They'd be luckier than anyone deserves to be.
The fair with her voice like chiming silver
Her name, Mei-zhen, embossed in the jade pendant
that chafes the base of my throat
permits only shallow gasps to egress.
I never met my sister's biological mother.
Actually, that was probably a good idea--
I hate Her, more than anything.
To My Little Sisters:
After so long,
The wait is finally over.
It’s official!
I am a big sister
To the two of you.
There's a love so real
it will never escape
so magical so authentic
Everywhere we go
And so i cherish this present of love
A little piece of it, adopting you
I feel my lovely blessings move
I am from plane rides at a week old,
from always knowing there was something
special about my family.
I am from always knowing I was adopted.
Mommy why do you keep telling me that?
I was born where? In your heart?
What does that mean?
I was born in another mommy's tummy?
How?
Mommy why do you tell me that story all the time?
“In giving you away, I have given you the gift of life.”
I placed you on the top step. I kissed your forehead
and wrapped the corners of the blanket around your chin.
I wonder if you kno if I... she exists
Do you know that your daughter is an orphan?
Do you know that she used to morn her existence
Do you know that she is alive...?
And with every breathe she takes
Some believe it's a disease to take in another man's child
I believe those who believe others can achieve under their parenting style
Are the people we should praise instead of be phased as if they live in exile
these five cold walls
construct a tiny room
with a metal-barred door
to keep me here.
this place has been
my home for quite
some time now
and i grow old
and weary in waiting.
