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Dear… Man Yee.

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A piece I wrote on my birthday this year:

Last photo of me with PoPo before I was relinquished at approx 3 months old

You are enough.

You were loved.

You are still loved.

She thinks of you all the time, especially on your birthday.

Today is your birthday.

Today you turn 39.

Today your First Mother, your life giver, is 56.

Today she will probably pause to think of you.

And mourn you.

Today you can mourn freely.

Mourn for what could’ve been.

Today you can celebrate.

Celebrate all that you do have.

To mourn and to celebrate.

That is what it means to be an adoptee.

A child displaced from one family.

A child placed with another family.

Mourning and dancing can coincide on the same coin.

Tears can come with sorrow and joy.

Express them freely, Man Yee.

It is your right.

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Birth Fathers

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Is there a reason we fantasise more about birth fathers than birth mothers?

I think there is. Adoptees often have no information on their paternal history as often our mothers were not married or were even children themselves when they gave birth to us.

I know I sometimes had an idealised version of what my birth father might have been like.

But now as an adult I have even fictionalised my birth father in my roleplay with my online friend.

That’s a trauma response, right? 🙃

His name is Shen and he is a timekeeper because of course he is 😅.

He travels through time so he has no time to stay with my birth mother or have anything to do with me.

He knows about me though. Which is every adoptees wish, right? That our birth fathers know that we exist.

Also we kinda turned him into an asshole who doesn’t believe in messing with time… even though he tried to mess with our time.

So yeah.

Birth fathers. Amirite?

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Words By Me – A Poem

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Something I wrote last year

I write words

Sometimes they elude me

They trundle down the black hole

Of my thoughts

Sometimes I can patch them together In a semi-coherent loop

Loop the loop

Sing a song of sixpence…

Wait, this isn’t a nursery rhyme

Why do rhymes rhyme

Language is a weird beast

It lets you feast on the thoughts

Of mankind

And then store them away

For posterity’s sake

Take the cake and eat it too

Have my words

Have your words

Send them spiralling out

To the world

And then peruse them

Use them

Throw them out

And start again

Words

By me.

⁃ M. Withey 2020

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“Sleepy Perth.” (Bed Hair – Thirteen)

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Late the next morning and I was sitting in the hotel restaurant with Bianca and David, Chuck and Pierre, resting after gorging ourselves on the breakfast buffet. Yes, I did say Pierre was there. Come on, it’s not like I could avoid him, right? Though after the previous night it would’ve been some relief, but Bianca had insisted I come and eat breakfast with her. I still hadn’t managed to talk to Pat about any of this, either. For some reason he wasn’t up early today…or perhaps that was by design.
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“We should be.” (Bed Hair – Eleven)

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Dear Diary,

Pierre is really, really good at fooling the public that he’s happy. That everything is fine in his life and he’s content and enjoying the moments with the band. But, tonight…everyone, and I mean everyone, got to see the real face of Pierre Charles Bouvier.

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“Three sizes too big.” (Bed Hair – Ten)

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Dear Diary,

School holidays. Something safe to write about. As a relief teacher holidays are my time to refresh myself. To take a breather. I guess it helps me to recalibrate. These holidays are going to be quite a bit different and will encroach into term time, so, I won’t be available to relieve any classes. I’m still not sure how I feel about it all. It seems so sudden… Simple Plan, here, in Perth. Fools Rush In, supporting them on their national tour. I still can’t get my head around it.

Pierre. I don’t have words.

The others, it’s great to see them…

What am I going to tell Bianca and Mark and the rest of the guys? How do you tell them about a past that is hard for me to even think about?

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“I’m Sad.” (Bed Hair – Five)

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Los Angeles, CA

Pierre sat with Chuck’s itinerary in his hands. He dragged his fingers through his hair as he tried to sort through the emotions that were fighting for his attention. The whole thing was getting worse as his friend handed him the information for the tour. The only good thing, really, was the support band. Fools Rush In had a refreshing sound; he had several of their tracks on his iPod on repeat of late.
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