Some say blood is thicker than water,
But I must disagree.
When you think about who is which,
From my point you might be able to see.
My blood is a junkie who really couldn\'t care less,
And my water is the woman that raised me for whom I am blessed.
You would think some people would have some common sense,
To choose between right or wrong.
But they appear dense,
with no feelings but their own.
But if we\'re lucky enough,
We\'ll run across the person that will paint us a different picture.
One of unconditional love and care,
Making a truly wonderful pair.
We must always be grateful
And never hateful.
They could leave us stranded,
But in a way we\'ve been branded.
For we are more theirs than anyone\'s.
And that is my water,
Whom I consider my blood.
P.S.- I wrote this in an English class in 11th grade