p r o g e n y

m a r i s s a   r a n e l l o

I was adopted and given a name at birth.
A name I never identified with.

I was given tales of a painful labor,
which resulted in a hysterectomy.

I was caught looking in the mirror
for physical family resemblances.

I was conceived through misconception.
I was convinced I was misunderstood.

I'm the child of two entrepreneurs
That never discovered themselves.

I buried a brother I never knew,
and a mother that was never mine,
as much as I wanted her to be.

I was adopted and given a name at birth.
A name I never identified with.

I am giving examples of lies told,
Which resulted in my dementia.

I am caught looking in the mirror
For a face that is familiar.

I am contrived of misconception.
I am convinced I am misunderstood.

I'm the child of two common people
That commonly misplaced common sense.

I have a sister I never knew,
And a mother that was never mine,
as much as I'm glad she wasn't.

I'm the progeny of America.

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