NOTE: An adopted friend of a friend just got diagnosed with cancer and will be starting chemo in a couple of weeks. I have never met him but have heard horrific stories about him and his sister, also an adoptee. I guess this is for all adoptees who wear a physical reminder of their adoption.
Came into this world harelip split open,
figured it would help him tell stories
but was just a baby
with nothing to draw from
so lit lies and fanned them
with the books he got for Christmas
but didn’t read--
scorching his story into
pages penned by white dudes.
Twisted leg broke his pace,
kept sentences unpredictable--
kept one foot where he was born
by choice, helped him look East
while his stories stayed “too yellow.”
Eventually, eyes turned from slanted to hollow.
Dealt a dick hand by dirty dealers
full of history no one knew,
didn’t bother to read--
but they liked his stories well enough,
felt sorry he stopped writing
to lay his head in common ground.