Blood is nothing more than a mere object, in our veins.

Keeping our hearts pumping, running, our minds.

Blood does not define family,

Mind set does not define family,

Skin color does not define family,

Our hearts define it, it knows where we belong.

If color made us family, we'd be killing our brothers and sisters.

If mind set made us family, no one would get along, we'd all be haters.

If blood made us family, then everyone, everywhere, would be invited to our family reunions.

Blood is only good for keeping us alive,

So if we're all family...

Where's the loving, family communion?

_AUTHORS NOTE_

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY EVERYBODY!!!! Be sure to give your dad or granddad, or maybe someone who is a "dad" figure in your life! I decided to write this poem about not being related by blood just because well, I'm not! I'm adopted so I don't really have an actually biological dad to celebrate with, but my adopted dad is even better. I love him very much and couldn't ask for anyone better, hope you guys have a great rest of the day! GOODNIGHT!!!!!!!!