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An Adoptee's Plea
They took away the children,
And they took away their names,
And they gave them to new parents,
To hide the shame.
They said none of this would matter,
Once it was covered up,
But now I'm here to tell you
That we have had enough.
We need to know our histories
Our own identities.
It's not enough to tell is
We're just adoptees.
We need to know our race; our culture;
Our medical history.
As well as that, we'd like to know
How we came to be.
I cannot tell you what it's like,
The frustration and the pain; Words cannot describe it
They would only be in vain.
Just try to understand
What we are asking for;
A vital piece of our own selves
To fill the void - to heal the soul
Lori Pringle
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LEGACY OF AN ADOPTED CHILD
Once there were two women
Who never knew each other
One you do not remember,
Thee other you call mother
Two different lives,
Shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star
The other became your sun
The first gave you life
And the second taught you to live it.
One gave you a need for love
And the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality
The other gave you a name
One gave you the seed of talent
The other you an aim
One gave you emotions
The other calmed your fears.
One gave you up
It was all that she could do
The other prayed for a child
And God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears
The age-old question through the years
Heredity or environment which are you
The product of?
Neither, my darling, neither
Just two different kinds of love.
Anon
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