foster care
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I am screaming from the depth of my soul
Trapped in the body of a 3-year-old
Searching for love that abandoned me
My parent wasn’t there for me
I am screaming from the depth of my soul
Trapped in the body of a 3-year-old
Searching for love that abandoned me
My parent wasn’t there for me
I am screaming from the depth of my soul
Trapped in the body of a 3-year-old
Searching for love that abandoned me
My parent wasn’t there for me
It’s taken me a thousand and one cries
To realize
I put a blanket over my head to shut out the world.
A world that sees women as sex objects
I remember you.but I also hope thatyou will remember me too.
You’re out theresomewheresmiling,crying,having the time of your life.
I’m so far away from youbut I’m thinking of you always.
I miss your smileyour laughyour presence.
You are alwaysin my thoughtseven nowwhen we’re apart
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.
Freedom is a scarce commodityRunning into open armsEvery time you close your eyesEvery time I say I love you.
Anytime you need someoneThere is always a place for you in my heart.
You are not aloneYou will never be
Home’s where the heart isThere is where you’ll be
I love you so muchIn my heart, you’ll be
But you are so strongWarrior you’ll be.
My dear niece
Things are tough right now
But you are strong
Things are tough right now
But you are loved.
I love you, my niece
You are my light in the dark.
You're my family now
18
years I’ve spent living without you. Dreams where you are present are irrelevant and you are no longer someone I miss...wanting. I spent
17
Staring out the window
looking around this
neighborhood thats nothing
like were I come from
but thats fine because
everybody who looks like
you is not on your side
When the family says they love my money, but they do not love me, I let them.
Though the beatings on my back and the slaps across my face burn like a midsummer’s heat wave, I stay.
Because the family said they love me.
Life as I knew it was not fair
I was thrown from here to there.
Never knowing where I might sleep
My poetry was all I had to keep.
I would write for days upon end
20 years have now passed
and It’s hard to believe
That the pain of the loss
is still there with me
As strong as before
but with less memory
But no less the desire though
Goodbye to a place I once called home
Now to a new strangers place, to learn
Learn how to live on my own
Yet I yearned for just a stable home
I had never felt so alone
Picturing a beautiful, vibrant young girl crouching
Amongst a crowd of bellowing white men,
Who won’t put down the argument that doesn’t concern them.
This beautiful, vibrant young girl
Is the argument.
I've done a lot of things
that'll chill you to the bone.
Ask all my former enemies,
whole lives portrayed on a single stone.
The only sign that they were loved,
withered flowers in a cone.
Garbage bags,black, dragged behind me
away from the school I have come to love,
away from the family I have come to know.
Just another sea of faces in this relentless institution that is my existence.
It gets lonely sometimes
When you are your ony friend
The popular girl 10 months ago
Has finally met her end
At least thats what it appeared to be
Parties drugs and alcohol
all slowly consumed me
“From dust you came and to dust you now return.”
A mound of earth sifts through the preacher’s hand
Small rocks break free, hitting the coffin’s lid
With pops like tiny bullets
Little girls not allowed.
Grown-ups deciding fate,
Including a future shifting to gray.
Doesn’t she have a say?
Taught of liberty,
Chained doves dream.
You’re free to fly.
Without a filter I'm just a kid,
Without a father and a mother in prison,
I've seen some things that you'll never see,
Things that make small children scream,
But what you can never see,
My real name was foster kid when I was young and wanted to find a new family.
My foster mom called me trouble and I used to misbehave at home and at school.
I never felt powerful, strong, or that I made a difference
Kids often don't
I never felt my life could be impactful or have a purpose
But, that was another me, a younger me
My parents made the choice to foster
I Love Lucy
“Lucy, I’m Home!”
October, 1941;
Lucille Ball entered the hearts and homes
of Millions of American men and Women.
One day I was taken
My mind and body were shaken
Ended up in a foster home
Where my mind started to roam
Time pass so quickly
The one year mark wasn't very sickly
Happily returned with my mother
A perfect boat of gravy,A tender slice of lamb,Crispy green vegetables,Potatoes straight from the pan.
Only fifteen, so they say you’re a mistake.
I feel you in my belly as my heart begins to ache;
I made a bad choice, but still I get you as my prize.
Your daddy walks out as I wipe tears from my eyes.
My Life
The high school days come and go
It has sports, plays and even talent shows
My high school days have come to an end
I remember the time in elementary where I played pretend
They say that they can help me .
That's what their here to do .
Instead they made it harder to make it one day through .
Some days my faith is strong , others the spread is far to wide .
These are two wonderful people,
I can clearly say are mine.
They love me, care for me,
And always give their own time.
(poems go here) You left a long time ago
AWOL, Mom said
Gone for years
Until
I finally heard about you
Ronald Resendez
What are you doing?
growing up as a cub all alone in the streams,without parents life is tough brother take it from me papa bear was shot in a hunters delight moma took the blame even though it aint right 5 cubs all alone to fend for themselves the cave not a home be
I sit on the floor as
I cry
I wonder why is this happening
I don't want a new "mom"
or "dad"
My foster parents
say they love me
I think I love them too
How can I love these people
last night i dreamed that i was doing a monalog
i was back in my firts foster home, my foster mother came dowwn stairs
she screamed;
GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT,
