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Mom

Someone who carried me for 9 months
Someone who I would call mom when I said my first words
She was someone who carried me for 9 months
But she was not someone who I said my first words too
My first words were for someone who brought me into life
She took me in at 6 months old
She is my mom

A white mother to brown daughter
Yeah people stared at me
I sometimes got asked if she really was my mother
A white mother
A brown daughter
2020 is really messing up hu?

COVID-19 what other crap they gonna pull?
Now you see here
Yes I have a white mother and it may or maynot make full sence
But you didn't ask for the whole storg before you judged me

You choose to judge rather than ask me a question
I was adopted at 6 months old
But I guess you didn't know that because insted of asking you judged me
Why does it have to matter that I don't look like my mother?
Why does it matter that I have to look like my father?
It shouldn't
What should matter is a Thank You
Thank You to those 2 amazing people who took me in
People who took me in
People who gave me a chance I proably would have never gotten if I was not adopted

A chance to make something
Something called my life
A home
A family
A life given to save me

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Welcome to Neopoet, and thanks for sharing! As they say, we make the family we have. Your poem makes clear the challenges you've lived, but your gratefulness is still very much there too.

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Michael Anthony

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