I have a lineage of strength that flows through my narrow veins.
I must remember to never falter to this temporary pain.
Mama says, “Get out of your own way.”
The mind always treasures and retains negativity.
Why do I remember those who have cut me deep? There are so many who God has sent to diffuse old strife’s impact on my cloudy mind.
They tell me that I am somebody.
Baby brother and angelic sister smiles down at me from the heavens.
Their lives and their fight to keep their lives must not be in vain.
I must remember that they both flow through my veins.
Yes, our parents threw us away.
Yes, what was destined to be trash and damaged, will come out clean.
They are shocked to see that I am a “good girl”, instead of damaged goods.
All orphans are destined to just be? Not me.
Physically, I had no home, but to my heart is where I always return.