Belonging
The alternate universe is expanding within me.
Some things are starting to feel familiar.
Not my family- no they are all wrong.
I’m pulling away from their hugs.
Don’t get me wrong, they’re nice enough, and I wish them the best.
I forgot the dishes again, and they are disappointed.
But I’m not their real daughter, so it doesn’t matter.
Yes.
I’m not their real daughter.
So why would they care?
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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