Long Blood relation Poems
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People say I am lucky
To have people living around me;
I exclaim, "I am so lucky!"
While I am far away from home,
In a second house or home
That I am trying to turn into my home.
I am lucky—very lucky—to have my people with no blood relation,
But relationship made on earth and by social norms, from another nation.
I am lucky to have people around me,
Talking, laughing, and trying my best to create bonds and feel free.
But deep within, I am struggling;
Deep within, I am missing my home.
Deep within, I feel so left out, and that's what is troubling;
Deep within, I am fighting my existence in the brand new home.
I am on the verge of making no mistakes or blunders,
Yet, whatever happens and whoever it is, I am the designated offender.
I am lucky to have people around
Who try their level best to pinpoint me.
I am so lucky to have people around.
Useless and valueless, they want me to be.
Deep within, I struggle to fight alienation;
Deep within, I struggle with domination.
Elders here say I need to learn and grow,
But the way they live and cherish, I am yet to know.
A constant thought: why always me?
Why only me?
Won't they take a little initiative just for me?
To know me more, to let me feel this as my home?
Yet, people still say I am so lucky
To have people around me as a new family.
Many times on my couch I lie
In a vacant mind or pensive drift
Wondering and pondering
Why the thought of my mom
Doesn’t go off my busy mind;
Ever after she is no more
Is it ‘cause of being a chip off the block,
Physical bond, blood relation,
Evolution - in womb,
Umbilical connect, love,
Care and grooming.
In many instances stepmother
Or a sibling, or a dad or others
Have filled the void caused by
dead mothers or adoption per se
Is is because of gratitude or
selfishness or emotion or admiration
Is it food, clothing, shelter, love
Security, protection and support
Nothing withstanding.
Very surprising that this love for mom
exists till the *** end of one’s own life.
Why and how?
For sure I don’t have an answer.
Mothers may know it best!
We do chatting
understanding! Inspiring! & Supportive! he is
I ask him questions- many
related to the book we both study
he answers me - very patiently
i share with him, almost my all problems
He listens carefully
and suggests me
all possible solutions - cleverly
I tease him for his pictures,
Fav things & celebrity
then his reactions- haha! That's so funny
But we have a "**** society"
who thinks wrong & dirty
as "there must be something between them"
Huh! Huh! Huh!
I don't wanna give any explainations
that "Naah! Naah! Naah!
There's nothing such between us"
I call him "My Best Bhai"
He calls me "My Sweet Sis"
Yes! Yeah! Yup!
We are in relationship
The Best one, in the whole world
We are Brother-Sister
No blood relation, Miles of separation
Different choices, Similar Heart
Which would never ever Break-up
There I was born 65v years ago
no knowledge of my mum and dad
I was taken into a children's home
that's where I was many thought sad
But my hope was about to come good
a fine couple came to collect me
six long weeks I was in that home
till my register was legal to agree
So no blood relation do I have
cut off from family or any tie
no connection in tree and branch
cut down at root just left to die
Thankfully that fine couple adopted me
they gave me a cord to live life for free
so thankful when others have nothing
I am one, lived happily with no family tree!
(Having been adopted at 6 weeks, there's no blood connection for a family tree. Just some thoughts on what that feels.)
#LOVE IS...
not always blood relation, nor is it familiarity within a nation; but when it's spoken and *FELT* in Universal elation...this speaks volumes to those vibrations; we all know those whom we've known for years but that doesn't mean LOVE endears...relatives, friends, distance occurs... on estranged levels; that's NOT Love Preferred*
Do you know what to me is beautiful to receive...when you meet a few rare gems and you know without a shadow of a doubt what their character is all about...Depth, Respect, and Genuine Caring; if this is missing* this results in a dissing and no matter the status, this won't make for good Pairing...
I, myself have met strangers...where soon enough I didn't sense a danger and discernment was certainly exercised; we often forget...in the beginning that's how we ALL met and here is something that I've certainly come to realize*
When your HEART* and BRAIN* Feels Grand and your SPIRIT Understands; when it Doesn't have to EVER be Questioned...that's when you Know* that LOVE HAS NO EXPIRATION!
This Is MY Reiteration, an Important* Exclamation and One That I Stand By, Indeed...
LOVE IS...*LOVE*
©Renee Denise Gross?? 12/12/2017#
If I were a mountain lion
I would've been wary and wise
back turned safely to the wall
watching with careful eyes
I would've been cautious, cagey
and on the lookout for lies
but instead I trusted blindly
and fell for your disguise
You were my blood relation
a tie that was said to bind
but when I hit my lowest low
you were the most unkind
You used me when convenient
drained resources, energy
exploited my better nature
and got the best of me
When others acted cruelly
telling lies and tearing me down
instead of you defending me
you disowned me all over town
You were the most insidious
sneaky, snarky snipe
proving true the back-stabbing
best-friend stereotype
But, at last I found you out
your cover fully blown
I watched you fall in your own trap
and left you there alone
As I look in the distance I see the new grave.
It's a realization
As feelings come to me in a tidal wave
Of how much companionship and love you gave
With out any hesitation.
As I look in the distance I see the new grave.
I am trying to be brave
To cope with this sudden separation
As feelings come to me in a tidal wave.
I really don't know how to behave.
I have never lost any one who meant so much
Yet wasn't a blood relation.
As I look in the distance I see the new grave.
I can only say don't cave.
Last year was our greatest vacation
As feelings come to me in a tidal wave.
Oh! Dave.
How will I make it through this new transition
With out your cooperation?
As I look in the distance I see the new grave
As feelings come to me in a tidal wave.
It's a mystery to me. The meaning and identifying particles of DNA that ancestors passed along to me. It's been said we have many colors on our paint bed, but still I can't fit in with any that lack or have melanin. It's this weird idea I don't belong because I can't speak the spoken languages of any of my native tongue. I have never taken in views of traveled lands, that share any of my history's past blood relation. I don't piece well with many or any groups. I don't walk side by side with any race, no flag feels I am worthy to hold its place. No, my appearance didn't make the cut, why? It appears my roots weren't deep enough. No, my skin was never toned always in a category of pigmentation on my own. No classification to confirm is mine. I'm always cast aside, because I wasn't anyone's idea of a specific race representing its people's pride. I'm just a Mix. I can't figure out which bubble to pick, those questionnaires always got me sick, like who do you feel you most identify with? The truth is, No one. I have never. The fact is it's all rigged. Honestly, we can do better. Having a community that backs you, should not be based on color, ethnicity, kinky or straight edges attached to you. It's lonely on this color or should I say colorless grid. Sometimes I want to be one full bubble, but I am not, I am a mixed kid who can't seem to find a community built on open-mindedness. If only we were colorblind, and judgment free, the more the lonely and hopeless would have a sense of unity.
Thanksgiving we tell everyone
Thank you for all you have done
Or be grateful for the wealth
We have in our life and health
So I'm thanking all my friends
Who've been there time and again
Without any hesitation
Or having any blood relation
But your still my family
In my heart I'll always carry
My wealth doesn't come from dough
But I'm richer than you'll ever know
With the generosity
All my friends have given me
Keeping me healthy from the care
That they always want to share
I hope these words show how much
My life is better with the touch
Of love I found in true friendship
Which is the most thankful gift