Identity on Paper
Paperwork.
Staff rush off to do it.
Foster parents wait until the last moment to do it
What requires the dreaded paperwork?
Me.
I do.
The system kid.
Anyone who has questions about me can find answers, if only on the paperwork
Just a number.
Just a letter.
Just a name.
I am the sytem kid.
Just a paper.
No ones kid.
Somewhere along the lines, they forgot to ask
Ask me who I am
They'd rather ask the rushed paperwork
The outdated refferals
The social worker I've had for 2 weeks
Years in the foster system and I've forgot
Who am I?
All I know is this girl on paper,
So the girl on the paper must be me
but it feels wrong
The paperwork has the basics right
The birthdate,
The name,
The eyecolor
Bit it sure as hell don't feel like me
Who am I?
A piece of paper,
A refferal,
A number ,
A statistic ,
A system kid,
In the end I'll always be a system kid.
My identity lives... on a piece of paper
-The Foster Kid