I was born But not welcomed He was there But never present I cried He ignored I learned early That I was alone No hands to protect No words to guide Only orders And cold looks I grew Without a father Only a shadow That shared my blood Years passed Nothing changed He spoke when necessary Never when it mattered I watched other lives Families pretending to care Mine was quiet And rotten inside Seven years ago Death entered again My grandfather fell From his side of the blood Not much was said Not much was felt The house stayed the same Empty but breathing Then my great-grandmother From the same broken line Another grave Another silence Another victim from gold, slavery, hypocrisy spirit believer They lowered the bodies I stayed standing No comfort No arms around me The boy learned mourning Without guidance He stood at graves Learning nothing changes Three years ago Another funeral My grandmother From his side I went Because I had to I stood near the coffin Feeling nothing and everything He picked me up Like responsibility Not love Not concern He speaks of care But his eyes are empty Fake love Worse than hate He says the right words At the wrong times To look human To feel clean You never knew me You never tried You never wanted Anything real I lived beside you But never with you Blood does not mean bond And I learned that well I carry graves in my memory Not to honor But to remember What was missing Each death Another proof That I was raised By absence Condemned past Condemned blood Condemned name Condemned love Condemned past Condemned blood Condemned name Nothing left He walks forward With a broken history Not angry Just empty What was denied Cannot be returned What never existed Cannot be mourned I don't seek forgiveness I don't seek repair I accept what I was given And what I wasn't This past Is condemned But it made me Cold enough to endure If this is my foundation Then so be it I stand on ruins And I remain