fosteryouth
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Hey little brother, I watched you grow before my very eyes
I tried to protect you and your little heart from the lies
I think back to when you were 5 and my tears flow
The things that were going on, how could you know?
I am a foster youth, I am the voice of countless others
Though my lips speak, this is the voice of my sisters and brothers
The voice of those that are still silent in despair
why,
at the age of five do I ask myself "why"?
Why does my dad tell me he has to go away for a long time?
Why am I the only one left?
Why does my mom speand so much time alone with her friends instead of me?
I am a reflection upon you
My father was not a glass creator
So why am I staring through you
A minor, marrow, mirror
I see she wears a stain like pride repellent
