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Motherless Child
My identity is unknown,
the people I live with don’t
know where I was born;
All this time I grew up
thinking that I was a child
who had the best, when
in actuality I am a child
who is motherless;
I had a mother to
care for me and love me
throughout the years, she
even took her hand and
wiped my eyes when I
cried the hardest of tears;
But she didn’t have that touch, that
touch that I so longed for
and when I asked her
why not she told me to say
nothing more;
As I grew older I began
to realize the differences
between she and I,
my eyes were the color of
my skin and her’s were
the color of the sky;
She had hair that
was long and silky
while mine was short
and kinky;
The people I lived with
were wonderful and
they were my family
but I began to feel out
of place because none
of then looked like me;
I asked the woman I
lived with if I had
another…and it was
then that she cut me
off and said “Child,
don’t even ask because
I am your mother.”
