my families...

Some people try to compare their families to others.

Some complain about the flaws that their families carry

so boldly. Some even cower with embarrassment in

regards to those loud flaws. But despite our lackadasical

manner towards perfection with in our families, its what

sets us apart from others, our defining element. Some

learn to accept the flaws and love unconditionally. Sometimes

the connection isn't always set on a solid foundation and in some ways

branch out, to find others to fill that void in which something is missing.

Sometimes we even find ourselves in a family; not by birth

or blood, but by a matter of being in the "right place at the

right time". I personally have about 3 families.

The Blood; My Backbone...without them I would probably be

face down and ass up in some shit. The ones most deserving

of your un-condtional love because for me they've been there

since the beginning. The Chosen;The select few...we quarrel

but love keeps us together. The ones that surprise me with the

fact that we're unbiological. The Unintentionals; The ones I

seemed to have stumbled upon and can't seem to tip toe away!

With every waking moment we spend together I don't know

where I would be without them.