My family is made up of the people that I know deeply, have disagreed with sharply, screamed at willingly and loved unconditionally. Those people that don't have the same blood in their veins as me, haven't shared my ancestry, but have life and community in common with me. They are the people that I can push around, hate and abuse, and am comforted and secured knowing that at the end of the day, when they've done the same thing back to me, our shameful selves have not been abandoned by one another. My friends have become my family, sometimes not by choice and without seeing it coming, but the love and abuse say it's so.
My family is made up of people that I know deeply, have disagreed with sharply, screamed at willingly and loved unconditionally. Those people that have the same blood in their veins as me, have shared my ancestry, and have life and community in common with me. They are the people that I can push around, hate and abuse, and am comforted and secured knowing that at the end of the day, when they've done the same thing back to me, our shameful selves have not been abandoned by one another. My family has become my family, sometimes not by choice and without seeing it coming, but the love and abuse prove it's so.
12/20/10
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