Poem : The Blacksheep

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Your blood, it doesn’t

run in my veins

My face, it doesn’t

fit into your frame

And I just don’t

belong in your name

You and I

lived lives

unequal

I was raised

Alcoholics

and needles

All I’ve known

Broken, like my homes

broke, like my wallet

broke, like my soul

Never truly

felt like

I belong

Like I’m the lyrics

singing along

to the wrong song

Misplaced

even in the place I stay

In a family of smiles

I’m a smear of pain

In a herd of white

I’m a shade of black

A devilish grin

A wolf in sheep skin

Your blood, it doesn’t

run in my veins

My face, it doesn’t

fit into your frame

And I just don’t

belong in your name

Anybody else the black sheep of their family? Let me know in the comments.

#blacksheepunite

Thanks for reading!

Talk soon,

Jordan Antonacci

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