Send away the mail,
Was it a sale?
And make one bewail?
I was sent to live away
On the airplane one day.
To my grandparents to stay,
Forever that February day.
Very few knew the truth,
The miscarriage and uncouth.
I tried to run away
My feelings to allay.
I felt unwanted
My love undaunted.
I missed my family
Was only fifteen.
Tore me inside,
Was not a fun ride.
Mom and Dad,
Brothers and sister, I had
On an island,
My heart could not send.
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