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When they failed black kids without homes

Her hair stood out Reaching for the skies Wishing on every star at night Someone would hear her cries Her need to have a life she doesn't just have to survive The chaos of hair confused Unsure how to keep it or what to do She is the only one in the room That had hair that flew Just a child without guidance From the loving hand of a mother who shared the skin she knew She wondered what it felt like to be wanted All she had known was a house so haunted Not by ghosts But by the loneliness that comes with being different She had always questioned if it was normal to always feel exhausted Or maybe that just came with the cost of her skin colour She despised her skin Not because of her blackness But of her inability to fit in She was already a foster kid No life experience, no innocence Just constant rejection And the heavy weight of being black In a sea of white kids And everytime adults came to adopt one of the children She knew she'd never be chosen After years of hoping It would die slowly At their faces of recognition, quickly turned to disgust Years passed, the girl grew Not like the blooming of a new flower in spring But by a system who never gave her choice The punishment of a life hardened by a lack of love She didn't bloom, it was adaptation to the world she lived in That was until she broke Had enough Branded unadoptable The last one standing Should've been a victory Instead She was coated in misery She never left her foster house The other kids were freed From a life of captivity They would always tell her to hang herself To hang from trees like her ancestors did So she took their advice to leave Saddened by a life she could've has if only she'd been born differently She had always wanted out of that house She just had to sacrifice her body for that Although her body trapped At least her soul was free The tragic life of a black girl who just wanted be loved wholeheartedly

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