The son of man
Has no place to rest his head.
The Servant of man
has no home.
Do I consider myself
a servant of men?
They say I do
So much
But do I ?
I am a part of
one,
Two,
three,
four
at least,
communities.
When I left the man
I made
my Oppressor
I lost
my roots.
I lost
my family.
I lost a warm mother.
An informative father
a loving cat
a fun group of people
on holidays and birthdays
with online notifications & graduations.
I spent
four years
learning names
allergies
birthdays
occupations
and relations.
I spent
four years
guess names of states and phrases at parties
washing dishes after gatherings
preparing rooms for guests
all that work,
all that
Love
seems lost.
I still Love them.
I still think of yarn and Cynthia.
Still think of root beer and Galen.
Still think of bunnies and Rosie.
I still think of Philly and the Brubakers.
Still think of Seattle tales and Heiki's clan.
Still think of Sarasota and Keech crew.
I still think of all of you.
I still want to say,
"Merry Christmas!"
I still want to guess which soup has bay.
I still want to strategically sit in the living room
So I can have Galen and Rosie on my Catch Phrase team.
I want
that kind of family.
I want
a family.
an extended family
That understands
who I am
who I am becoming
and where I came from
The way you did.
I don't want
to be with someone
who has said all the terrible things I had to endure
to be with all of you.
I don't want
to be with someone
who thinks he should be patted on the back
for sharing his day in 10 minutes
and calling that
a conversation.
I don't want
to be with the black sheep,
But that's what it was
if we are all being honest.
My access to a family I loved so much
was through someone
who refused to be part
of his own family.
If I had less need
of self care
maybe it could have worked.
But as we grew,
I knew
I would not be coming home to all of you.
I would be coming home to him.
I would need more support than that
If I were to be
a servant of men.
Even when he began to wake up
he could not provide
the support
I needed
the connection
I craved.
And too much damage had been done
to myself esteem
to my trust
to myself
to make any of his amends
viable.
the corpse was already dead.
It's sad
no really, it is.
It's sad,
That he didn't listen to me sooner,
That he didn't wake up
until he had killed me
until I was done.
It is sad.
because I loved him
almost as much as I loved you.
I loved you all so much.
and you reciprocated.
I can never thank you enough.
If only
he was not the black sheep
If only
he treated me the way you did
If only
he had the same passion for life
and justice
and wholeness
The way
you all did.
How did he live with you?
How did he grow with you?
and Not
LEARN
and Not
SEE
How to be the wonderful people
who welcomed me?
I may never understand.
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