/   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
January/February 2017

By Zoe Savishinsky

We walked home together. We talked about schoolwork,

“You are adopted. I’m sorry.”
Sometimes you commented on the dirt on my clothes

But this felt different, like we were at a party and all of a sudden

The words take me back: You’re adopted. I’m sorry?
What did you say?

These words make me feel like I should hide in a box

I am utterly quiet while my hands clench into fists.
You shattered the moment, the laughing, the talking, everything.
And you know it.

I am like a rope held together by trust and care.

A rope made of tiny threads that wear out if you use it too much—

And you can say “I’m sorry” because you do not know what it is like
To feel the shadow of hurtful words. To feel small

Now think

Could you say that now? Would you say that now?
All those times you were mean this is just hurtful.

Adopted Zoe Savishinsky

Zoe Savishinsky, 12
Seattle, Washington

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  1. Karen Tao January 9, 2017 at 2:06 am Reply

    Nice poem!

  2. Jesse Sjoberg January 16, 2017 at 7:40 pm Reply

    I love it!

  3. Maya February 25, 2017 at 7:28 am Reply

    Your poem has deep feeling and shows exactly how you felt at that moment.

  4. irarath March 6, 2017 at 8:00 am Reply

    It is really nice. Shows your real feelings at that time and also describes the scene well. Love it! 🙂

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