"adoptive" poems
My sister, my sister! How I love you so!
A beautiful woman, with a vibrant soul!
Worth a thousand words, and ten thousand more!
My sister, my sister! How I love you so!
You've given me hope and inspired me,
Gave me confidence to come out of my shell,
Show the world the ugly side of me,
Gave me comfort in knowing you didn't judge me.
I get sad when you're sad, and I hug you when I can,
I want what's best for you, for you to be happy.
You're my adoptive big sister, so here's a happy birthday!
From you're adoptive young brother, Jack Jenkins!
<3
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
Alice sits
in the room
with blackboard
and easel
and small desk
and small chair
with Nanny
stern and strict
pointing at
the blackboard
with her stick
teaching her
her letters
the grammar
paragraphs
sentences
by long rote
and command
and Alice
knows now that
any cause
of Nanny's
discontent
will bring her
punishment
her father's
hard hand smacks
whack and whack
she sits still
taking note
but bored she
stares out high
windows at
tall tree tops
and blue skies
thinking of
her mother
locked away
(ill in her
head Nanny
coldly said)
then she thinks
of her new
adoptive
mother who
works below
stairs(low stairs
her father
often says)
the one with
the red raw
fingers thin
and young who
secretly
said she would
be her new
adopted
mother but
to strive to
learn to do
her best and
so she does
but thinks of
the time when
lessons are
over she
can sneak down
below stairs
and along
passageways
to where her
adoptive new
mother works
and feel her
embrace her
earthy smell
her soft cheek
against that
rough cloth of
apron the
red fingers
caressing
her long hair
whispering
words but still
the nanny
drones on the
lesson now
taking its
toll boredom
sinking in
wishing her
adoptive
mother would
come and take
her away
for a walk
to the horse
stables or
into town
holding her
hand the red
hand holding
her pink one
or dreams of
snuggling
up to her
in her bed
feeling her
motherly
tender warmth
but Nanny
still drones on
the long lesson
word on word
keeping her
from the arms
and caress
and earthy
smell of cloth
of her new
adoptive
young mother
below stairs
Alice yawns
secretly
her small hand
over mouth
knowing this
blowing soft
from her palm
to her young
adoptive
mother a
secret kiss.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
In world where there is corruption at every corner, in towns where there are certain places a black man can't go,
The mind state of a racist woman or man,
the hate will definitely show.
I Don't understand why people are racist and their parents definitely don't know what respect is,
Like a black boy that takes your daughter out to prom and holds her hand and dance the night away because her white boyfriend couldn't be true,
So you get mad at your daughter for the color she'll choose.
Racism should be dead but some whites take it to their grave,
listening to their parents in the past tell them to behave , be careful of the world, Go play and come right back,
And no matter what you do, do not talk to those **** blacks.
The Only Reason I write this is because i am dating a girl that is white And Her Adoptive mom is YOU'VE GUESSED IT - A HUGE RACIST !!!, her name is Sara Mills and she is the love of my life regardless of what any race has to say, I don't know why but its always been that skin color that i cherished the most when it came to relations
Not to further escalate the situation,
dont get me wrong i date any race of women, but only ones that give me the time of day to prove to them that all men aren't the same.
So Anybody That is Racist And Sees This , I Feel Sorry For You And I Only Hope You Find Peace In Everyone Instead Of Your Own Kind.
I Love Every Race , We should Be A One People World. :)
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
Look her in the eyes
With my own war veiled eyes
Look her in the eyes
Try not to shy away.
Please
Girl
Come back to me
Don't leave me
Don't let this
monster, this darkness
this
boy fitting into the cracking skin of a girl
take me over
Look her in the eyes
Try not to look away
Look and see
All the hidden rejection, the hurt, the longing, the numbness
That you made her feel
Look her in the eyes
Try not to say sorry
Because somehow
You were meant to destroy your adoptive mother
And be abandoned by your biological one
Look her in the eyes
Try not to
Shy away
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
My adoptive father
(A week younger than I)
Who once dated my adoptive mother
(4 months younger than I)
Took us out to a posh joint in New Town
Where both of us took turns in being the clown
Taking the jester's, drama queen's crown
And taking down
Our Spanish waiter
Not sure if we did cater
More to them than they to us.
The racket, the drama, the jokes, the fuss,
My Instagram, and A.'s.
I remember his attempts to chase
Us, to gain to our level, to chat me up - make me leave trails
Of mirth tears, too, not just vinaigrette. "If the lady would give me her details...
Have my heart..."
(Serving four of a chicken on my plate)
"You broke my heart."
(Agreeing to and pulling off staging a "stage kiss" with my mate)
And they both admired my guns - He knew not to cross
Us. We're a dream team, my school-dad and I, no loss
For us, though we take Ls with smiles on our faces:
We'll keep on joking, laughing, irreverently, untying your laces,
Tripping up on our own but still making the trip;
And when the bill finally came, it was more than worth it, even the tip.
Mar 9, 2022
Mar 9, 2022 at 8:20 PM UTC
The hardest thing for me to do is forgive
what you did to me
so many years ago to Roy and me
You were my family but you turned
against me
You broke up a happy marriage, a happy home,
You made us lose our child into a foster home,
and once the state was done with us
they placed her into an adoptive home.
An adoptive home that did not love her like we could have done
and accepted her for good or for bad
You had no consciences when you went against Roy and me
and the end you expect my forgiveness no way can I do this
for you.
I would have never turned against you like you did to me
I would have stood reunited with you because you are family.
So it is what the Bible says, "Sister Against Sister,"
How sad.
No, I have tried to forgive you many times
but I have had better friends of mine who are
make sisters than you have ever been
One day one day when everything comes to an end
You will be judged for destroying our marriage, our happy home,
and having our child taken away in a foster home.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 4:31 PM UTC
I sometimes feel I don't fit
I feel so wrong, so far away
I seem to clash with their outfit
A rainbow with a dot of gray
Other times they are a part of me
I am one of their own, a member of their pack
They become the best people I ever did see
I'm the missing puzzle piece that they lack
But mostly I just condemn myself
with uncertain thoughts of if they even like me
I become a timid shell of my true self
trying to become all I think they want me to be
My family is all so very white
I'm that one and only Asian
Isn't white said to be right
I'm Chinese, but I want to be caucasian
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
I woke with a startle
Panicked by the short and shallow breaths I was hearing
Was it happening?Had the day I'd feared most arrived?
Her body once petite
Now a vessel
carrying something far more precious than you or I
A moment barely passed before she tapped my shoulder
and like clockwork I scrambled for a pen and pad
recording the times
Frantic by the results we drove quickly
almost missing stop signs
The labor was a success
but she was not considered blessed
For the true labor pains were soon to come
We had three days of bliss
and as if that baby boy never exists
he was torn away and
dismissed from her aching arms
and placed into a life much simplier for him
A tale for an adoptive Mother and Father
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
When I say, I love you, I mean to say, let me wait for you until you're ready,
I love you, and I'll wait for you,
When I say, I love you, that comes with so much patience,
I love you, and I'll never get tired of you.
I love you, I talk about you like you put the stars in the night sky,
I love you, I don't wanna picture you waving goodbye,
I love you, I'm proud of you like I'm your surrogate mother,
I love you, I'll take care of you like I'm your adoptive father.
I honor the words "I love you" so much that it's not an "I love you", if it's not meant for you,
I love you, remember when I said it, it'll always be for you,
I love you, and even though it's considered a repetitious act,
I won't get tired of saying it to you. I love you, I hope I spend the rest of my life with you.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC
When I was twenty-two years old,
I found out I was pregnant,
with my second child,
I went to my family for help,
but they turned their backs on me for help,
To them I had done the unpardonable sin,
by getting pregnant once again,
and this was because before I was married
and now I was divorced
and an ***** mother who did not
deserve her baby.
I had two sisters who could have cared for me,
but no they both took a stab at me,
and ruined my life for me and helped
the state to take my baby away from me.
My daughter was placed into foster care
and take care by strangers and then she was placed into
an adoptive home with adoptive parents who could not
love her as much as me
and from them she hear they wished they never had
adopted her because of mental illness she had inherited
from her real family.
My daughter today is thirty two years of age,
she is loss to me and she has cut me off
from her because she will not listen to me.
All I can do is pray that one day before it is too late that
she will return to me.
This is because I love her unconditionally and
have no regrets that I gave birth to her thirty two
years ago.
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 6:39 PM UTC
Meet the ‘rents (A bee movie)
As Humble left the honeycomb, now a bee,
He was accompanied by a guard with a kind heart.
The guards name was Bee-Real, a real gentleman, you’ll see
And he said “Follow me. I’ll take you to where your new parents are.”
There was a little room and as Humble went inside,
There were a pair of bees waiting for Humbles arrival…
We have been waiting for you, the lady bee said with a smile.
How do you do? Said the male.
Humble was left confused and in a state of bedazzle.
It’s a pleasure to meet you Humble…
This is your new mother ‘Bakes-a-good-crumble’;
And I am your father ‘Dude’.
We’ve have been waiting to meet you.
We are your new relative bees.
Welcome to the Bumble family.
We are going to look after you, is there anything you want to know?
Who are you?
We are the people who will raise you as our own.
We will welcome you, with loving arms, into our home.
The Queen Bee cannot look after,
The 2000 bees she has created today.
So we are your adoptive parents. Is that ok?
I’m one of two thousand offspring?
Yes Humble, one of two thousand bees born today,
But one in a million to us Humble…come give us a hug…we don’t sting.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 4:07 AM UTC
Im still hopping that things work out between me and her but right now shes just stressed. her family doesnt seem to care for or about her, her adoptive family doesnt seem to care and her recent ex seems to care but i know hes just using her. i found out about them and the 3 of us talked and he said he wanted to blow his brains out but i said in a fake joking matter that a cianide pill would be faster i hate him. yea he kept her from killikg her self but i tried to and she just pushed me away. My friends all ask me what i think about their bfs and i honestly said it wont last and every single one was right. i didnt and still dont see her and him ladting but she thinks its just because im jelious it is but i really ment it. i really dont see her and him lasting and i dont like seeing her hurt it kills me that i hurt her like i did and i will do everything and anything to make up for it. i just want her to be mine. she said she needs a few days to think and get things straight then i can ask her back. so heres to hope that i get her back for good. and this time i will treat her like i should have.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
i was adopted at my birth, they paid my mother
what they thought it was worth. (medical bills)
she said that she could not care for me
she was too young and wanted to be free.
i was raised by two adoptive parents
who had loved me from the start.
and swore they would never break my heart.
they gave me all that i could want or desire
and their love grew like a flaming fire.
they were always honest with me
and they told me about my mothers plight
and with her parents, she did fight.
in her mind:
she knew that her mother had to give her away
but in her heart, she did pray.
mother! why did'nt you fight to keep me?
everyone is struggling in this economy.
you left without a sign or trace
and i want so much to see your face.
my loving adoptive parents told me from the start
that you had left, but with a broken heart.
every night i have a vision of you in my mind
and you're crying and asking why.
i've gotten permission to finally meet you
i'm so scared, i don't know what to do.
how will i react? what will i say?
so to the LORD i will pray.
when we finally met, we both broke down.
but they were tears of joy and happiness
that a mother and daughter share.
she kissed me and wiped away my tear.
she told me that it was the smartest move she made
for your adoptive parents, love you
more than words can say.
now i have two mothers with whom
i could share my love, and it was given
to me from the LORD up above.
louis rams
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
Abortion makes me cry.
That was US.
Sitting in our mothers,
A little miracle waiting to happen.
And then we did happen.
We grew and grew and our mothers
Held us and sang to us
And talked to us
And thought of us 24/7.
Then there we were, in her arms,
In our fathers,
In our adoptive parents.
But whoever it was,
They looked at us and cried,
Smiling at the future
And the present and everything to
Possibly come.
We were HERE.
In this wonderful,
Beautiful world.
But we lost many.
We watched them
Get ****** out,
Get thrown away.
We felt them die.
We felt the fear,
And the pain.
The burning pain.
And all we could think of
Was 'one of us is gone.'
We didn't know
We were alive
Because of spite
And anger.
We only knew our mothers
Whistle
And voice and laugh
And walk.
We knew nothing of
How or why,
Just that it was.
But we were gone anyways.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
How I wish you existed,
for you only live in my head
Though you change, little by little
in my adoptive mind,
you are essentially the same,
forever in my rousing bind
I can explore as I desire
things that may never be,
but I lie in endless wait
for you to meet me
For me to meet thee.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
Sullen she sits
in her shimmering fabric
scowling at her adoptive nation.
Listlessly scrolling
for soap-opera news
in her language.
Half-hidden behind the register
where she sells something every few hours
to someone from her country
purchasing those weird snacks:
dried minnows with mango,
fish with curried betel-nut,
tamarind-flavored dried shrimp . . .
Hey lady, you look funny
with that white paste
smeared all over your face.
You look like a ghost.
Did Buddha make you put it on?
Hey lady, don't you know how to smile
and serve the public?
Maybe you should learn English.
Why did you come here, anyway?
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
if they were the stories of my adoptive father I have no way of telling.
he told them and forgot.
two brothers I remember in one had built, separately, time machines.
their sister, though, had been done for a week.
she lost them to anger.
my real father noted the repeated references to god and rolled his good eye.
god, he said, is the mark of a first work.
I had spent years changing them, hoping my brothers
would visit.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 11:56 AM UTC
I am thankful for every pup
that crossed the threshold of this door
and into my heart
I am thankful
for the trust
that allowed me into theirs
I am thankful
their capable teaching
has taught me to trust
I am thankful
that not one cowers, paces, barks or cries
as some did that first day
I am thankful
for foster parents
ready to share this adventure worth daring
I am thankful
though some days we may feel weary
there is no quit in us
I am thankful
for adoptive families
that take humble beginnings and forge unbreakable bonds
I am thankful
when pups bury their heads deep in caring arms
it is borne of love and not fear
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
Let's take another go at this.
Anxiety,
PTSD,
ADHD,
Already therapy,
I have taken many pills,
Also for allergies,
I am an analogy,
Of a cracked rock,
Emotionally unstable,
Mental lock,
I have watched and seen,
I am in no way mentally clean,
I have seen or heard it all,
Sorry too busy wasting to call,
I am a strong downfall,
Even to my adoptive parents,
I am not helpful,
I am doubtful,
I make lives miserable,
No I'm not likable,
All my peers to me are not relatable,
Even my destiny is fatable,
Fallable,
I am not who you want,
Need,
Like,
No.
I am a coward.
I am lazy.
I am only above-average,
But below everywhere else,
I am scared if the dark,
Insomnia,
Sleep?
Death?
I'm calling to yah,
Give me a new life tommorow,
One where I am better,
Haven't done any childhood wrong,
Please.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
She only sees what’s on the surface.
She doesn’t want to get *****
So, she remains neat in the whole place.
What a beautiful lady, she said.
Porcelain skin, Thin body and Long legs
A beauty of woman structured by the minds of everybody.
A venom which poisoned every women’s mentality.
The trend of fixation with diet and fitness.
Hold on, It is a disastrous result of unhappiness.
Women should not label how beautiful they are based on an adoptive thinking of a single person.
Women should never place any degree, size, weight, height or even measure their body.
CONTENTMENT, is hard to reach in this era of comparison.
One click there's a displayed unreachable perfection, concealed discoloration, and filtered images.
We must stop our fingers to emphasize each other flaws.
Let us begin counting good manners that we have done in humanity.
We must do it with sincerity.
Because people are now focusing on quantity instead of quality.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
I remember that night like it was last night.
Except that I don't really remember all the details, which means that it didn't actually happen. . .right?
It was the weekend
My older brother was visiting
We were trying to see if he could potentially be adopted with me and my twin brother
The first of two days was great
We got along
I had missed him
We had dinner
We went to bed
I was in my room
He was in my twin brothers room
Then everything went downhill
He texted me
He asked if I remembered the time he tried to use me the first time
I said yes and told him to leave me alone
I was 15
He was almost 18
He kept texting me
He asked if I wanted to have ***
I told him no
He called me a *****
I told him to leave me alone
He kept asking
He threatened me
He told me that he would hurt me if I told him no
I kept saying no
Again
And again
I said no repeatedly as fast as I could send to the two letter text
He wouldn't take no for an answer
I asked him if I said yes would he leave me alone for the night
He said yes
He lied
I put my phone away and tried to go to sleep
He came downstairs
He knocked on my door
I answer and told him to leave me alone
He pushed his way in
He pushed me onto my twin sized bed
He told me to take my underwear off
I said no
So he took them off
He told me that he was going to get his way
No matter what
I told him no several more times and that I was scared of him
He didn't care
He told me that it was going to hurt
He pinned me down
I was crying
He told me to shut up
He was holding my wrists so tight
He was inside me
It hurt
I told him to stop
He asked me if it felt nice
I told him that I wanted him off me and that he was hurting me
He went faster and more rough
He laughed
I cried hysterically
I want to scream
I want to get him off me
I was frozen
He had won
He got what he wanted regardless of how I felt
He got off me
He left my room
I heard him walk up the stairs
He was done with his toy
I cried all night
I screamed into my pillow
I wished that I could've died
I tried to strangle myself
I wanted my soon to be adoptive parents to walk in and find me dead
I was *****
I let him hurt me
I let him use me
I let him **** me
I finally went to sleep
I woke up the next morning
I had breakfast and I waited for my CPS Caseworker to come for her weekly inspection
She came
She left
With no suspicion
Then he left
He had his visit but had to go back to his foster home.
I told a friend
She told a trusted adult
That trusted adult helped me tell my soon to be adoptive parents
The investigation started
The **** kit and examination made me feel twice as *****
The wanted the clothes I was wearing
My silky nightgown and my underwear
They wanted all the text messages
They wanted everything he touched
They questioned me asking if it was consensual
I told me them that it was not and that I kept saying no
They told me that I was lying
They told me that because I said yes out of fear that they couldn't trust me
The case was closed
He was set free
I was just a liar
Nothing happened
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
When we think of a broken heart,
We believe the pieces must have been shattered by a crush or ex.
What of the mother who was never there for you?
Who brings new drama into light with the passing of each day?
What of the days she promises to see you dance,
but when the curtains rise,
she's no where to be seen?
The mother who gave a teenager Winnie the Poo toys,
And refuses to listen to your advice
because you'll aways only be her babygirl
but not really .. because she'll never drop what she's doing to see you.
But not truly because you are not her sun,
nor are you of importance to her.
You are simply the product of a bad night with the wrong person.
That invisible daughter who lives somewhere else.
She will never drive over to see you,
It will be on her terms,
or never.
But that's fine.
Your used to it.
Loneliness is how you grew up.
Floating in a bubble of love from your adoptive parents,
who though they try their hardness,
can never fill the empty space your mother made when she left you.
And that's life.
It can be disappointing and cruel.
You just need to keep walking and be okay.
'Sweeping life under the rug'
Until you can't fit any more under,
and your covered heart must react,
and so you take it out on those around you.
A sister who loved you and cares for you,
thrown to the ground.
Hurting those who you would never want to,
Until it eats you alive to the point of seeking help.
And yet, she will never change.
Broken hearts can come from broken families.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC