A little girl
half like me and half like them-
Born in the year
When my childhood would end
On the other side of the world,
somewhere far away,
in a place I've never even heard of-
She sleeps every night.
Parents of different cultures,
Nothing alike,
She shares the traits of both:
Caramel skin and chocolate eyes.
A family I've never met,
My family, my closest ones,
Across the ocean,
Out of sight.
She doesn't know me.
Half of them don't.
But the other half,
they just pretend
that they do.
But they don't really know me,
I guess, they never did,
For all my childhood years
who was I and who were they?
Then, she was born,
like nothing happened,
Nobody said anything,
everything stayed the same
Like we are not half the same,
Half related,
Half blood-connected,
Like we are nothing,
nothing at all.
She knows nothing yet,
But I do.
And they say I am too proud
To let go of the past,
But I am not proud
of me or them,
I tried to forgive
a long time ago.
I am not
Too proud
to let it go,
I just realised
They don't care
Too much
for me to try.
Life can take some crazy, unexpected turns. We can try to be the better person, but sometimes people don't care about that. It's sad when you have to accept the reality of the situation, knowing you could've made things better.