In and out of Foster Care.
The ones around were paid to care.
Didn't we deserve a chance?
Cast aside without as much as a glance.
Why weren't we wanted?
Why were we left hurting?
Were we defective from the very beginning?
Looking for the right,
Amidst all of this wrong.
Everyone around just wanted us gone.
Fighting for the chance to make something great.
When the people around wouldn't give us some space.
To carve out a home,
And the chance to dream.
Constantly stuck -
Always in between.
Who has a bed?
Where will she stay?
Why don't you take her?
Well, look at her face.
She's too old.
I want one young.
She can fend for herself.
She's a troublesome one.
All we wanted was to know,
What it was like to have a home.
Maybe some love,
And a room that was ours.
Hate and resentment left us
Weary and scarred.
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When to Say Goodbye
PoetryThere is no timeline for grief and handling loss. This book has been written for that reason, and to show that every life is impressionable on another.
