So this is a poet’s prayer. Hear me roar through the metaphors. For who I was is never again, and who I am is forever more.

Exposing the Silence Around Adoption

She took a step back, looked me up and down, and with a curled, aggressive sneer said, “You ain’t even my child!”

A truth, a voice for anyone who’s ever felt like the sheet, tucked into someone else’s version of love, but never quite covered.