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