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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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