Who am I now
I thought I knew
I was sure I was cool
The summer fun had passed
And then there was school
Low and behold out of the blue
I was aghast
Realizing that my family make up was in fact a blast
I hid it for many years
Calling my other mom my aunt
She never knew that I was ashamed too
But as time marched on and maturity set in
My broken family of two moms
Was no different in this world and a big win win win
My friends think my moms are cool
But the best part of it all …
Is that I know it too.
This poem is about:
Me