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What We Are


You are not my parents

Because you layed in bed and had sex.

But because you love me and care for me.

 

You are not my friend 

Because we share laughs and hugs.

But because you were there when I cried.

 

We are not lovers

Because we had sex

But because we said Till Death do us part

 

You are not my teacher

Because you hold a dregee

But because you teach and give me knowledge that I need to survive.

 

You are not my Doctor

Because you do your job well.

But because you care for me as if I were your own child.

 

I am not me

Because my name is Bernice

But because of my personality is what makes me beautiful.

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