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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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