True beauty flowers in love And those I love are not by blood Not bonds carefully manufactured Not sentenced by blood in my veins Like poppies in my garden, Like that pumpkin in the fall, Things I never meant to plant, But show up all the same I have three brothers, Two claimed by my own beating heart, The other by the blood it pumps, But I love them all the same My mother is the words I’ve read, Teaching me how to care and learn, Teaching me to read and write, Not the woman woman who birthed me My dad is the one teaching me to drive, Giving me a truck and telling me I’m smart Helping me learn, not putting me down, Not the man who looks at me with sadness We’re our own wild family Our mascot is a chair We speak many languages We worship many things Jewish, Catholic, Christian, Pagan, Satanist We’re all here, we manage to coexist Can’t tell you how we got here, But I know we’ll never leave