Trigger Warning: This is a piece of personal writing, a poem about my personal life and relationship with certain family members. I’d like to warn you all before reading that there will be extremely strong language.
Bastard! Bitch! Brat!
Names that I’d been awarded.
Names affectionately given –
By my own blood.
Bastard that I saw the truth,
Bitch cause I wasn’t good enough,
Brat cause I didn’t want to be forgotten.
You should be dead,
Not the beloved Uncle put to rest.
Sssh you bastard child,
Your feelings meant nothing.
Distrusted, Unwanted, Bastard Child.
Unmentioned, distrusted, unwanted.
Hospitals day in, day out,
Dutifully waited beside your bedside.
Yet affectionately known only as the bastard grandchild.
Shut out when not needed,
A bastard child should not know,
Untrusted – outcast.
No family but those who gave me life.
For the rest,
Only the bastard child…