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.
