O r p h a n
A poem
Over the rainbow and back again, every-time I meet my new
Rent-A-Mom. Showering me with temporal love.
Passing the same thing to another in a month.
Holy grounds is where I found,
Adoption papers signed in blood, that nailed my identity to his brow.
Never once was I ever really fatherless.
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About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW
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