Not Blood as in Family, But Love as in Choice

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I am borne

of love and of sacrifice;

forged from pain and resilience

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I say, it is not in jest

but in epiphanic confession

that I tell you: I am beholden

Not to the blood of my ancestors

but to the actions of those around me

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It is the way that

I am my father’s daughter

who taught me resilience above resentment

and change above passivity

They told me 

fall seven times, and stand up eight. 

He showed me 

fall seven times, and stand up eight

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It is in my mother

whose sacrifices I recall

with more clarity than her face

by night I weep for her embrace 

but by day I rejoice the life she forged for me

From her I learned strength,

the power of a smile and 

the treasure in our words

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I see it in he

who was obligated only to do his job

yet noticed a sad girl

who had built towering walls

She needed to be noticed

and he was the first to listen.

From him, I learned compassion

and to harness power in gentleness

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I point you to the boy,

who has known loneliness like no other

who bore a lifetime of hurt

before knowing warmth

He chooses to smile day after day,

embraces laughter and tears,

for the expression that they are.

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I declare to the world, and you

I denounce the way 

they weaponize my blood,

and demand worship,

for my respect shall be equal

but my reverence must be earned

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Cruelty is not unique

when kindness is so hard

Immorality is not different

when they sway you to be cynical

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yet I stand by my words

for there are those who held me close

whispering, “It is okay to let go,

You are worthy of your own love.”

Not Blood as in family,

but love as in Choice

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