My family made of scraps
Garbage and hot glue
Lost and tired trash
Came together to make new
To others we are strange
A jumbled sort of mess
But for us it’s everything
A freedom from Earth’s stress
We never needed blood
To know we are together
As they always say
We are of the same feather
I’ve known them in my soul
I’ve known them in my heart
We’ve been connected since our birth
Together from the start
Posted in response to the challenge The Value of Communities - Writing .
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