Voting #: 4064
My darling Asian angel,
You’ve cried for your birth mother for sixteen years.
Your porcelain skin flooded by innocent tears.
Mine were warm, wet lies.
I was engaged,
Studying abroad in cherry-blossom bliss.
Nine months later,
He would have known the black-haired baby wasn’t his.
Not adopted; you’re mine.
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