Adoption is Adaption

The ability to adapt is as natural as breathing to the Adopted.

As a baby the person who gave me life is gone. 

I adapt.  

My adoption is a private family matter never to be discussed.  

I adapt.

My class has a genealogy assignment but I don’t know my heritage.  

I adapt.

A medical assistant hands me a family medical history questionnaire but I can’t fill it out.  

I adapt.

In the genetic mirror I see no reflection. Nobody looks or acts like me.  I adapt

My family says I am betraying them because I yearn for answers.  My family does not adapt. 

I adapt.

The ability to adapt is one superpower of the Adopted.  Adoption is Adaption.  

I am a Warrior of the Adapted, fighting for understanding. 

I adapt.