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by Amena Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Other · #1383644
This little boy is adopted. Here he talks about his feelings, and emotions.
I have been in this family as long as I can remember
Yet still, when I look in the mirror I begin to tremble

I have many special memories stored in my mind
I don’t know whether to keep them, or leave them behind

This family calls me Michael that’s my name
I wonder if it’s real, because I’m not part of their chain

I’m so confused, my life is mixed up
When I try and figure it out, it’s even more corrupt

This scenario is harder then it seems
I pretend it’s not reality, and it’s only in my dreams

I hide my tears, and continue to act normal
But as days go by, it becomes un-formal.

There’s things I want to ask, but when I open my mouth to speak
I think about it, tremble and become weak

I look in the mirror, Michael that’s me
I look for family resemblance that I can’t see

I pray to god and wonder where my family members are
I keep them in my heart and think their not far

I have something I should at least proclaim
The fact this family and me don’t look the same

Each day I become even worse
I feel like its something I need to rehearse

This family is too nice for me to ask questions
I have yet to talk to someone and make suggestions

This family is really nice, and I will continue to love them
I’m a different color, but we sparkle like one gem

I grew up with this family and this is where I’ll stay
But I will never forget my family, and haven’t till this day

I have so much on my mind
So much to say, but this family is much to kind
I want to know everything that happened one day
I think its time for me to go my own way

I look in the mirror, and try not to cry
I shake it off, and know one day my soul will fly

She loves her son and daughter equal to me
She should save her love, and let me be free

They said they must be honest; I'm an adopted child
They found me after a war disaster, things were wild

There was no one left is what they were told
I was taken away at one years old

They wanted a little child, and I was the one
They filled some papers in 1 year is was done

My mom and dad died is what they heard
My dad was taken away, they never heard a word

They saw my mom dead on the ground
I was still in her arms when I was found

Mom got shot in her innocent heart
When I heard this, I was torn apart

Love from my mom and dad I never felt
Don’t member being in my moms arm held

My sister and brother out there somewhere
I will find them some day this I swear

I need to know who I am
Find my family, I wish they’d understand

This is a battle with myself I fight
I need to be calm and hang tight

I see my moms face in my mirror and say I need you
I tell her I need her to get through

Why did they take me from your arms when you were killed?
They should have left me to die; I would have been more thrilled


If I were with my family we’d share laughter
I’d be with my family happily ever after

They think they can relate to me
I'm not their family; it’s easy to see

I'm confused with my inner surroundings
I go outside and listen to the birds sounding

I'm hurt confused and unsure
No one can fix me; my family is my only cure

This family isn’t mine, I feel like their people I borrow
I still feel sorrow and pray for a better tomorrow

I have been away from them for so long
In my heart is where they belong

Bombs might explode everyday
But my family I would never betray

I give myself my own good advice
That I will see mom and dad in paradise

This isn’t my family; it’s something I stress
They’re not my family, but I don’t think of them less

I can’t get carried away and begin to stray
I will continue to sit and pray

In order to live a happy life, family is required
They are the ones who will keep me inspired

I dream of my parents of being with them later
I close my eyes and see us in a place much greater

Another day goes by as I watch the trees sway
I sit outside and think of my family each day

I need to find my family and stay strong
It should stay with me; it’s something I should prolong

I might be young, but there’s something a believe
That I can find my siblings its something I’ll achieve


My temporary family tries to settle me
I have been here too long, I want to flee

I saw images of war on T.V
I had never seen anything so brutal, change it I had to plea

They think they know me and who I am
I'm African, black not one of them

Its people from their nationality
That took them from me, and killed my family

I don’t see the good war serves
It gets me sick, and under my nerves

I wonder how life works, as I get older
Is it just I or are these peoples heart colder

War did so much, it’s so wrong
It put me through this pain that’s lifelong

This family looks like the people who did the killing
When I was watching TV, the images still chilling

She kisses me, gives me my lunch and send me to school
Does she think I didn’t see the news, I’m no fool

I keep my thoughts in my mind, I can’t tell
I hide it to myself really well

I feel like I'm by myself
I’m very depressed, this isn’t good for my health

All I need, is my real family to be there
I will find them one day, this I swear

I wish my mom could see how I expanded my linguistics
I went way beyond African statistics

I did it all without anyone interfering
If my mom and dad were here, I'm sure they’d find it intriguing

There’s nothing like family, with you forever
To help you with anything whenever


No one can replace my brother
Not this family, no other

I wonder what its like to live back home
To have mommy around, to hear her tone.

I will find my siblings this I swear
They have to be out there somewhere

For now I will live on with this family still in search
Of my family to be with happily, I will research

I don’t belong here, and will soon leave
And when I find my family, love I will receive
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