Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Born and raised
sun rays shining
mother chose me
as did father
I was lucky
i had want of nothing important
as many others cry impotent
upon a family decided upon their birth

we are all related
why fret over semantics
my mother and father raised me
I am thankful
let jesus not cry for me
my blood has not been shed in vain
my definition may be as a bastard
but my thoughts are not
our family true is all open arms

Good so good poem.

the stars form constellations and move around in a small romantic dance- as do your cells and light in the eyes-alas- life is all with in there - like a bear= DYING to get out-and rub elbows with some of the love in this world-
interesting poem-
all inter-related- yes- the natives say ' all our relations mitakye oyasin'-
or aloha
or shaloam
i say that family is like swiss cheese and shit happens-
but who loves me?
my family-
but the extended family is where i get it on the learning curve