Poem : The Blacksheep

Your blood, it doesn’t
run in my veins
My face, it doesn’t
fit into your frame
And I just don’t
belong in your name

You and I
lived lives
unequal

I was raised
Alcoholics
and needles

All I’ve known
Broken, like my homes
broke, like my wallet
broke, like my soul

Never truly
felt like
I belong
Like I’m the lyrics
singing along
to the wrong song

Misplaced
even in the place I stay
In a family of smiles
I’m a smear of pain

In a herd of white
I’m a shade of black
A devilish grin
A wolf in sheep skin

Your blood, it doesn’t
run in my veins
My face, it doesn’t
fit into your frame
And I just don’t
belong in your name

Anybody else the black sheep of their family? Let me know in the comments.
#blacksheepunite

Thanks for reading!

Talk soon,

Jordan Antonacci
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