dinsdag 15 maart 2011

The Last Night of the Adoptee, Speculative Fiction?

Who cares about his mother's name,
and about some oldfashioned shame?
That has hurt too much, has it not?
And still hurts too many a lot.
Let's care no more, give the right
to let the amended BC burn bright
the original one then unsealed,
and its contents to all revealed,
if the adopted just would say,
old adoption rags, I sign nay.
Fake parents, I love ye still
But being who I was born I will!
No stupid searching anymore
Real family, I'll visit more,
and now I will softly walk
and there is no more need for talk,
it's destroyed, over, begone.
Now, cup of coffee, anyone?

2 opmerkingen:

  1. This poem is awesome. I especially love "Fake parents, I love ye still, But being who I was born I will!", particularly the use of the term 'fake parents'.

    I see you have sharing buttons, so I'm assuming you don't mind if this is shared on facebook?

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  2. Sure, share it, mind to credit the author :)

    About fake parents, I considered that, but taking into account that the speaker is supposed to be a person who has restored his or her birth identity, the ABC-parents are no longer adoptive, legal, legitimate, actual, and the word had to be sort of opposite to "Real".

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