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Poem 1
Social workers grab my hand and take me away
From the first place I’ve ever felt okay
Why did my sister have to be so atrocious?
She would never stop being outright ferocious
But my brother was screaming
In which stopped me from dreaming.
NEVER trust again!
——
I try and refuse, but get in the car
The worst thing is, it’s just so far
From what I used to call my home
Where unlike my whole life, I felt safe to roam
NEVER trust again!
——
The matriarch comes in to keep me from screaming
But I could not let her win and ran off steaming
Before I could run, she took me outside
My first instinct was to go off and hide
NEVER trust again!!!!
—–
When I start to run, she does not follow
But gets some boxing gloves, so I put them on, slow
She points to a punching bag out in the yard
And I start to let my feelings out and pound it real hard
Is there a reason to trust again?
—–
Throughout the rest of the year
Bad news starts to appear
We would never go back to our parents
And my feelings burst out, a strong wave of currents
I told you not to trust again!!!
——-
But the FAMILY takes my hand all through the way
Even my sister was having a good day
And my brother too
But I know soon I will have to leave
I’ll get adopted, a family I will receive
Sorry, I trusted them!!
——
And soon I’m taken from another family
I've been from family to family!
But this time I’m happy and I don’t flee
But when it comes to a new school, there is nowhere I belong
Everything I did, just felt so wrong
I have to trust them!!
—–
Five months later before April vacation
I’m finally feeling accepted, instead of abandoned
But at home things start feeling a little strange
And all in one car ride, my whole life changed
Not trusting again…..
—–
Not one word to my friends or soon to be family…goodbye
They told me the news and I started to cry
We can’t adopt you they gulped and sighed
My brother, sister and I were hand in hand, “we are not mad” we replied
But I was.
Trusting failed again!!!
—–
We go back to the FAMILY, now five kids in all
It was hard to manage and my brother had started to fall
My sister is nowhere in sight
Back to the horrible days
All the colors he had earned turned into grays
He’ll never trust again!!!!
—–
I also had great depression
Along with what people say PTSD
But I could hold back my angry aggression
Month after month I started to heal
Which I thought in the beginning was somewhat unreal
Trusting again???!!
—–
Soon it was time to get adopted once more
All hope is in my face, they don’t slam the door
But when the news came as a pleasant surprise
And the exciting secret unties
Have to trust them?
——
Right next door lives the FAMILY’s son
And who I’m close to, we have lots of fun
Then one evening they sat me on the couch
They all look shy and I nervously slouch
Nervous to trust??!!
——
“Lily, we want to adopt you” they say
This was the happiest of all my days
A dream come true, a Christmas wish
Whoever knew I could feel like
But still I cant stand to think
"Are my parents happier without me?"
If not then why not try to get us
And the discuss
What they have did in the past is in the past
But I still wonder " Are you happier without me?"
Poem 2
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
and everybody who doesn't
isn't against you
as I continue to look and listen
to what they talk about,
I realize we're different
but thats okay if you're
different,as long as you
are in a a better enviroment.
my life is a true story,
its like a movie
no lights,camera,action.
I hope you enjoy!
- Author: Lil-M-M (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 13th, 2023 14:54
- Comment from author about the poem: Ok for those who don't know I have been in foster care and to be honest it is really scary you go from one family to another never knowing who does or doesn't want you. For me I've moved because I got abused and I now have Haphephobia (fear of being touched) and Scopophobia (fear of being watched) and no place was safe for me I've been so angry that I ran away because of what me and my sister gone through same as my brother he WAS so miserable as well. I just couldn't do it any more.
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 3
Comments1
It is not Fantasy I didn't mean to press that. Sorry..........
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