Seven years spent between twelve families

Twelve new homes

Twelve sets of parents

Eight siblings, six pets.

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When people write about

Their origins, their stories,

They write about their homes

They write about their families.

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I can't write about that

Because no house I've ever lived in

Has been my home.

No guardian or sibling

Has ever been my family.

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Though I've never had a home,

And though I've never had a family,

The houses and the people who lived inside

Raised the young girl I am today.

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Mingled in with the new rooms and new faces

Is the blood of which I was conceived.

My mother's hair and father's eyes

Raising me as well, though my parents

Were never present

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Seven years spent between twelve families

Twelve new homes

Twelve sets of parents

Eight siblings, six pets,

All creating the girl I am.