adopted
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You inspire me!
You gave your only child a new reality,
he can be anything he wants to be.
You wish you could see his accomplishments
but you were twenty-one when you gave me up,
for adoption,
Almond Eyes,
searching for a piece of herself,
in a round-eyed town.
Her identity uncertain,
By blood I am not your daughter, but that doesn’t change the love you have given me for years.
By blood you are not my mother, but that doesn’t mean I don’t see you as the woman who gave me a life.
How could you think racism doesn't apply to me?
who told you that my Caucasian parents are my omission
from the
jokes about my feature
stereotypical accusations
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
We were all born into a familyRelatives and siblingsWhen we commit we submit to our family
What if you were born to be
in the treeOn the broken branchThat fell so easily it's hard to believe
Dear, mom
You don't know who I am and I don't know who you are.
Do you remember what had been done to separate us so many years ago?
Counted as one, gathered in pounds,
With a head being called the lucky one.
Collected, stored, trapped with mirrors,
Or rusting at the bottom of a wishing well.
Used for games, bets, decisions and more,
ON THE DAY I WAS ADOPTED, I WAS PLACED UNDER PAM & BOB'S WINGS..
I WAS BORN INTO THEIR HEARTS, IN A VERY SPECIAL WAY..
THEY OFTEN TOLD ME HOW MUCH THEY PRAYED & DREAMED OF TAKING THEIR LITTLE RED HEAD BABY GIRL HOME..
We know how this story goes, my friends-
The Witch, the tower, the Prince in the end-
Sometimes, a Dragon (just for a twist)
Perched tippity top, which is shrouded in mist-
Look
Look into the Mirror
Do you see your papa's eyes-
or perhaps you're mama's smile?
You're not at all ugly.
In fact, you're lucky.
When I look
I have nothing
They say that being in your family's embrace is one of the best feelings in the world.
Well... what if you're adopted?
Adopted...
Adopted... Why was *I* adopted?
Reptile;
Cold scales abraze my once soft flesh,
An egg that never hatched.
Now basking under hell's sun is hell's son
Parents tell me "do better,
You don't want to go to hell...son."
My feelings are those that a degree man has yet to discover: Uncover, write a report, and burn it with a torch because I choose to feel what they write down as unreal, as they conceal in their journal notes with question marks.
as i look upon my heart
i notice all the deviations
some of which were mine to start
others were miscreated
It hurts to think about you
Day or night, rain or shine
I don't know what to say
I love you; I hate you
Your mistake, your love, but why?
