I am my mother's daughter,
but I am also your niece—
An only child torn between sisters,
a two-headed snake,
one, a little weaker—
Two stories held side by side,
the same yet so different—
name brand versus knock-off.
Something’s not there,
but I cannot decipher what.
The Truth—Capital T—Truth,
lies forgotten in a cornfield,
along with my mother's side—
dead in her grave with her.
And I, as a child grown, choose
your side, because I need connection
after that silent start to life.
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