i am alive

My name is Robin, a name not important to many other than what the name means to me.

A bastard child created by a man who cared nothing for anyone other  then a vagina of women

She was not my mother other than a vessel to carry the shame.

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God is good indeed as i was a gift for adoptive parents so much better than me.

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John was his name. A physician. A healer. A father. Strong in guidance.

Ann was her name. A nurse. A healer. A mother. Strong in guidance.

Both no stranger to love and acceptence to myself and my brother.

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The game has not changed, nor the names, only the choices and intent has tilted towards hate

Abortion of so many other bastards by vessels and men who care nothing for anyone other than vagina's of women.

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i am no longer a bastard, instead now a memory for my mother and father as they are now a part of me.