I wander through these crowded streets
staring at the endless parade of faces
in their eyes, I see the families they've known.
The kin that loved them so dearly
as much as the currents of nameless faces
must have loved being reared by their parents and beyond.
I feel deep within that I am the only individual,
the only single citizen in this entirely busy nation,
who doesn't understands what everyone else knows.
I have never known the love of a family
No mother gave birth to me.
No father rushed her when she stated, "It's time."
No extended members huddled around me, "Well look at you."
I grew up knowing only myself and what I was told
was that those faces I saw everyday in my house
were labeled Mom, Dad, sisters, brother.
But what the hell do those silly words mean?
What is Mom if you've never felt the true bond
between an infant and its mother?
What can Dad provide for this family that my father couldn't?
Not any of these blurred faces around me on this boulevard
can help define what it is that I've dealt with.
So I aimlessly travel along my busy sidewalk
never knowing what its like to have been raised
by the people everyone else learned were
Mother, Father, Family
To me, Mother is my soul ,
the untapped location where my morals
and knowledge are derived from as well
Ultimately its what drives me onward, upward, outward.
My Father is the goals I make for myself
They also push me forward aiding me to better myself.
So do I need the physical male and female
to teach me about life and direct me?
I don't think so. I have done great on my own.