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Corey Quinn Poem
Adoptee Victim of the Holidays by Corey Quinn (Chaotic rhyme scheme to match my emotional state)
As I enter the home to over salted deviled eggs, loud dogs and poisonous side conversations,
the adoptive family quickly unleashes their shallow holiday greetings and stale smiles.
The black sheep of the family has entered the home with the people pleaser persona ready to please,
and the scoffing house owners covert resentment that you can see for miles.
I go straight to the TV gathering because sports takes precedent over discussing the oddities of the human soul.
Any emotional releasing of truth from an adoptee to a narcissistic narrative holder, to their image, may take a serious toll. Along with football being the shield to any true connection, the subject of jobs is always a safe bet.
Employment talk is a sanitary substitution to life's passions, the path to which an adoptee's heart is truly set.
I mention my joy of a piano gig to an adoptive sister's husband who quickly changes the subject.
God knows how many complaints they have shared about me as I stay in their minds, they're abundant.
It's an unspoken rule that I am not to share my success unless it is theirs that is confirmed to be greater.
Their ego is fragile, their understanding is short and their comfort mindsets are baselined at haters.
I pretend to be ok as I walk in circles, hitting the appetizers and surface level relations.
Only dreaming to myself of real connections and completely conscious of the apparent negative vibrations.
It's time to eat and I sit at their kid's table with another outcast who is an overt racist.
But not outcasted for his racism, it's his word against mine if I'd ever complain and their distaste for bigotry is forever in stasis.
It's time to go home and alone my depression hits, for I long for the compassion of another.
I long for a family that knows me well, my pains, my yearning to uncover.
I declare Thanksgiving is the last holiday with the adoptives, I refuse to bare them for Christmas.
The adoptee chat is my new family now, my allies, my companions, my witness.
Copyright © Corey Quinn | Year Posted 2024
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Taken away at birth...
Damaged to human touch...
So I don't like to feel much...
Me and my primordial wound.
I have a hole in my chest...
one that food, sex and drugs cannot sate...
so please don't embrace me unless you can relate...
to me and my primordial wound!
You say you don't see color...
but to you I'm still just another...
and you wonder why I search for my mother...
Me and my primordial wound!
You adopted me but ignore my issues...
so I rain down my sadness into tissues...
so to my adoptive family, I don't miss you!
Me and my primordial wound!
Copyright © Corey Quinn | Year Posted 2025
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As I appear today
don't know if Summerland is far away!
Would you regret to stay...
and ease a lonely man's pain?
Is love to feel this way?
Then I am not the same
Let not my heart to stray
and leave this beautiful game!
But if I said too much
beg you forgive my touch
Let us sing our days away!
As I appear today
don't know if Summerland is far away!
Would you regret to stay...
and ease a lonely man's pain?
But if I said too much
beg you forgive my touch
Let us sing our days away!
Copyright © Corey Quinn | Year Posted 2025
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Said I love you...
like a moth to a flame.
You're no good for me...
but I'm the one to blame!
Standing beside you...
cause I've never felt this way...
under the starlight...
where the moon knows my name!
Copyright © Corey Quinn | Year Posted 2024
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As I.. talk with you...
I feel I'm sitting here...
under a rainbow...
in the sky!
Which is a recipe...
for love and harmony!
And dreams...
as cheesy as they go...
dill like a pickle...
or false like fools gold...
can come true!
If you only knew...
how to reach...
for those very stars!
And my heart...
was forever lonely...
till I met you...
my true love.
You make my vision...
come true...
oooooo!
As I.. talk with you...
I feel I'm sitting here...
under a rainbow...
in the sky!
Which is a recipe...
for two lovers...
to embrace!
And my heart...
was forever lonely...
till I met you...
my true love.
You make my vision...
come true...
oooooo!
As I.. talk with you...
I feel I'm sitting here...
under a rainbow...
in the sky!
Which is a recipe...
for love and harmony!
And dreams...
as cheesy as they go...
dill like a pickle...
or false like fools gold...
can come true!
If you only knew...
that I...love you.
that I...love you...
that I...love you.
Copyright © Corey Quinn | Year Posted 2024
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My mother was catatonic, symphonic chronic is what I smoke.
Livinin it bougie, choosin floosies no uzis and then I choke.
You can be me, insane cerebral cortex is
just what I feel.
Living pervy swerving Lexus and hexes to get the deal!
I'm the homosexual, heterosexual, suicidal bloke.
I was adopted by white family and to them I'm just a joke.
They are white supremacist hollow and they drink a racist coke.
And they bought themselves a black kid, broke me down and built a moat.
I'm the illest of the illest, you the illest with a pill.
Donate plasma with no athesma, drain so much I start to spill!
Got the game on lock with fakers who found out that words can kill.
Better bump this on speakers like I invented free will!
Spendin money by the twenties gettin hundies by the bill..
And I'll never stand for the flag so you coonies can in chill!
If my words had a flavor I'm sure I'd be spicy dill.
Bringing back the old school freshness like my name is Uncle Phil!
Copyright © Corey Quinn | Year Posted 2024
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Growing up, white c****** liked to study my every move.
If I showed weakness, they could break in and take control.
In the sunken place, that's mind, body and soul...
and I couldn't scream because white people could do no wrong!
Being adopted is a kinda Hell that doesn't let up.
White community, so black is never good enough.
So, I make beats to ease the pain of racist memories.
Adoptive mother hated n***** and she loved the police!
Catholic church, 666 was always on the wall.
The only black man in the church, so I'll take the fall.
The only black man in the schools, never f***** at all.
No black woman to give me comfort, overall.
Adoptive father, white supremacist ideology.
Still don't know the real reason he adopted me.
Adoptive family is resentful as far as I can see.
They never wanted a little n**** in their family.
Adoptive mother saw the chance to play the savior card.
Raised me from the narcissistic and not from the heart.
So, I have a lot of anger deep inside of me.
I'll make this rap album, so I can be free!
Copyright © Corey Quinn | Year Posted 2024
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Some days...
I just want to give up.
Most days...
like I'm never good enough to
feel something real.
These days...
I feel down...
I feel down!
In need of love.
In need of love.
Someone to hold.
Someone to hold.
In need of passion.
In need of hope.
I feel I need your love...
your love...
Some days...
Copyright © Corey Quinn | Year Posted 2024
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Sweetly, I drift asleep...
and I see your face...right next to me.
Leaning, in for a taste...
cause I've never lived so... so happily.
Meaning, I need you to stay...
so I can feel your...soft and tender feet.
Leaving, our emotions on display...
but it's ok, cause we're so far away.
Darling please don leave!
My heart would sadly grieve!
I'm dreaming about you.
We flyin over the sky.
Watchin the sunset...and clouds go by!
Moaning, I feel so high...
and it feels so good that I could cry!
Darling please don leave!
My heart would sadly grieve!
I'm dreaming about you.
Purple dreams...move so slowly.
You'll never know what you mean to me!
Purple dreams...move so boldly.
The only way I know...
The only way I know...
The only way I know...
how it feels to be free!
I envy, true lover's bliss...
for I'm awake now and I need a kiss!
Who's gone? Who do I miss?
Who floats away from my lover's wish?
Copyright © Corey Quinn | Year Posted 2024
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If I sold me soul...
would you hate me?
You see, I'm all alone.
It's gunna BREAK ME!
If I sold me soul...
would you hate me?
You see, I'm all alone.
It's gunna BREAK BREAK
BREAK ME!
Copyright © Corey Quinn | Year Posted 2025
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