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by Edith L.-Z., 13

I am from never having a pet but my cat.
I am from never being with my family but my mom.
I am from never being with my brothers
after six years.
I am from never growing up with my dad.

You know my name, but you don’t know my past.
You may have already heard terrible things about me,
but you don’t know what I have been suffering.
You might be seeing me smile and laugh,
but that does not mean I am happy.
You know where I am,
but you don’t know where I come from.

You know my name,
but that does not mean that you know me.

I am from always having a broken heart.
I am from always being sad.

I mostly cry every single day.
My tears are red like blood.

I am from a family that is apart.
I can only see them after 6 years.
I am always wondering what my brothers are doing.
Hoping that no one hurts them.
I am always wondering what my family is doing.
Are they happy that I am not in their lives?

I guess I will never find out
what’s happening in their lives.

Now let me keep crying
until I don’t have any more tears.
 
Red Bank, New Jersey