Spoken Poetry About Family นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We run together, they're my family When I get up they gon' be high with me I'll say forever my family My family I'll say forever my family My family I'll say forever my family Stolen dreams took our, our childish days Still, ain't nothing changed now we're grown We're still young, still got our mindless ways In a timeless phase, kicking stones When I am blind, in my mind I swear they be my rescue, my lifeline I don't know what I'd do if I, if I'd survive My brothers and my sisters in my life, yeah I know some people, they would die for me We run together, they're my family When I get up they gon' be high with me I'll say forever my family Family I'll say forever my family My family I'll say

The flames dance with a welcoming energy and cast a cozy glow over the smiling faces gathered in its warmth. Children in the distance laugh and shout as they toss and kick a ball between themselves, and off to my left there are several shirtless men sparring in teams of two or three. I have always felt like there was something missing at home, it has been most difficult to describe the sensation my soul craved, but now I see it clearly, family. Halen said the vampires were our family, but in truth he never knew the meaning of the word. This right here is what family is.

I added. "What was good for having unbreakble connections and power? When you've never been here at your home? In your family? Did you ever think sometimes that we need you here? You know sometimes, I'll already forget that I have father because on any special occassion you aren't here to spend it with us. You are not here. So what would I expect?"

I heard the sound of my bones breaking, and I also heard the gasps and cheers of the guests. "It’s no wonder she’s the world’s best; she’s incredible! To be able to dance so steadily on such an uneven 'stage'!" When the dance ended, I lay in a pool of blood, my consciousness fading. My mother bowed gracefully, kicked my face with the tip of her shoe, and said with a sneer, "Remember this lesson. Don't ever try to compete with Carrie for affection again. You're not worthy!" At the same time, a system prompt sounded in my mind.

“This was the worst family dinner so far.” “And it isn’t even done yet.” He said with a laugh.

I took the phone from Hector's hand. The screen displayed a brand-new post from Mom. The accompanying photo featured the living room of our family home, with a few dishes laid out on the coffee table. The gathering was small—just Mom, Dad, Cody, and his family. The caption read, "Family dinner. The family is whole and complete. Life moves on, no matter who decides to skip out." Beneath the post, a dozen comments from relatives and neighbors had already piled up, offering validation and comfort.

I laughed, shaking my head as I took a slow step toward her. “Family,” I repeated. “You say that like it means something. Do you know what happens in the wild, Maya? Even the closest blood turns against each other when it comes to survival. Lions kill their own cubs if they’re weak. Hyenas devour their injured packmates. Have you ever watched a mother spider? After she lays her eggs, the moment they hatch, her own children eat her alive. That is family. Blood doesn’t mean anything when power is on the line.” Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t back down.

she says before walking out. I’m not family. Nothing is going on with King and me. Sighing, I walk to the class and sit down. I stop when I see the paper, the sketch, and the poem on it. The sketch is of an eye, with the reflection of a person walking in it. I begin to read the poem. A hundred words Doesn't speak enough A thousands stories Doesn't tell enough A single look, tells so much A lifetime of stories A lifetime of pain Emotions hidden within

“Stupid woman. Once I’m out, I’m going to make you pay. Because of you, we’re homeless. Dad’s drunk all the time. And when I get home, I have to take care of that useless old hag.” I pretended I knew nothing. I turned to the police officer and said, “I’m already divorced from his father. You’ll have to contact him about the child.” With that, I strode away. I was not going to bail out someone so ungrateful. And I could not allow him to have any connection to the Hartley family. My father was right. A leopard did not change its spots. The child Margaret had spoiled with her own hands should stay by her side to be her good son.