Family

Before the light shone on my new face,

My family was already around me, 

The first born child, I am the newest roots to my lineage.

Who runs through my veins, 

Who I unconditionally love,

Who I can always forgive for hurt they've caused.

My family is not perfect,

My family is divided,

But no matter, I am Connected to My Family. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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