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A Child of the State

I find myself getting up slowly off the floor. My head dizzy and I am 
feeling sick to my stomach, from them injecting me with their chemicals once 
more. My hands look red, swollen and feeling sore. For pounding upon my 
locked bedroom door. It has been two years now sense I have become a ward of 
the state. Now it’s up to the courts to determine my fate…

I was placed in this program for what I have done. The courts had said was really 
bad. In the ways I was treating both my mom and my step dad. It was my step 
dad who treated me the wrong every day. When it came time for me to talk, no 
one there to listen to the words I needed to say. Something in witch I feel so sad, 
a real childhood, something I feel I never had. My emotions I must keep deep 
down inside. At this time it feels like parts of me have already died.
Crying was something that could never be done, I find myself drowning my 
sorrow in the early morning sun.

Now these chemicals are beginning to flow. Not one single emotion I can ever 
show. People wonder why I move and talk so slow. In the morning when I rise, 
the gift of life is dimming quickly in my eyes. I was ordered to this childcare 
center, being handcuffed I was forced to enter. When I entered that dark sad day. 
A thought accrued to me. For it seems that my childhood was forever taken away. 
Now I stop to debate, this is what happens when you become a child of the state.

						
	For those
						
	Who dream?

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