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This poem was written in response to a poem request I got from someone after she read one of my anti-Trump tweets.

This is a companion piece to my poem “Not His Daughter”

This is about my brother Sean’s suicide 3 days before my 12th birthday

This is how I feel when people try to write a Haiku *cringe*

Do I call this VOID? or HOPE?

The words that set me free were spoken to me by my mom a few years ago. She told me I got to choose my family. Not only who is, but who isn’t.

How did we end up this way?