Here I sit,
in my only child gloom.
Wishing to talk to someone
who would understand my doom.
But my doom is this:
lonely forever,
without a sister
or even a half-brother.
Until you find out,
life surrounded by secrets.
Lies someone out there
with similar genetics.
Thirteen years older,
that great lucky number,
lies a person
bound to be my brother.
Separated
only by fathers.
But somehow, it
really does bother.
Why could I not
learnof him?
He wasn't even
a silly whim.
Nope, all planned
for several years.
I was the mistake
of the old couple's cares.
They did not tell me
because of race.
He is black
I am the base.
According to dad,
my stupid father,
whites are better
No others matter.
I hate them all,
except the one
who wanted a little sister
Guess who he won?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
