What’s Really Thicker

Blood runs thicker then water and eventually clots.
Water taste better and boils in pots.
There was a time when I used to cry when blood would turn dry.
That was to be accepted its ok to cry.
You make your own family and move on from those who gave up.
Forget times with those who only filled their own cups.
We rise above them with bigger cups and shine.
It may not seem so at first, the whole world left us behind.
God brought together, the beautiful and strong.
Without the continuous question of leaving or how long.
My true family is no relation.
My house is their house no needed invitation.
You don't hear it in words, you feel it in your heart.
Flowing like the song of birds.
Broken when I met my family.
Now their the only ones that can handle me.

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