Another bit of poetry I wrote. I hope people enjoy it. Family Found or Family Born? Many ask the question, are you born to family or is it found? I would like to say you’re family is what you make of it. But i would be lying if i said i really knew what family was. All my life i’ve had people call me my family But I really only had one person whom was my family Until he was gone, like the dusk before dawn Then for a while, I dealt with the strangers. Those who said they were family. They raised me, more like a pawn than a person, and for years I had to call them family. Even now I’m not sure, they really know who I am. Then I was introduced to new strangers. Over time, these strangers became my friends, and some became much more. Many would say these people, have become my family. But to this i get……I guess confused. Cause I never really had family. Even then, I still love the strangers that raised me, case they’re supposed to be my family. So i come back to the question i began with, Are you born to family or is it found?