The Other Womans Child
Your eyes are dark brown. Your nose is kinda small and I don’t think you’ll ever be tall. I never thought you looked much like your mother. Could it be that Darryl’s not your real brother? Marilyn and Andre’ look so much alike. Maybe it’s a coincidence that you turned out light. You seem so different, so aloof from the rest. I think you feel awkward in your stepmother’s nest.
You may not know but I’ve known for a long time. You see, your situations just like mine. I have two sisters who don’t look like me and three brothers over 6 foot 3. I am the skeleton that came out of the closet so now everyone has to acknowledge. I say this to say there’s no need to feel sad. We’re just the victims of something that turned out bad. Hold your head up high girl and be real proud. There’s no need in being ashamed that you’re the other woman’s child.
Copyright © Katrina Borders | Year Posted 2011
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