Foster Home Poems - Poems about Foster Home

...It is to be, The path that my mother took, The guiding hand that left her at a tender age, The foster home that taught her about rage, The lessons she learned as she turned the pages of e......

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...THE UNSEEN TERROR BEHIND MY WEARING PREGNANT FOR THE FBI CHICAGO FIELD OFFICE LIVING AT 6535 SOUTH BISHOP CHICAGO WE LIVED ON THE FIRST FLOOR THE BUILDING OWNED BY PAPPA DUKES LONGTIME PILAR OF CHICA......

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...Rejection chain reaction New Born Male Child A babe suffering during while A Mother who wanted her son to die Heaven’s intervention rise The new born experienced Asthma, Yellow Jaundice and Maln......

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...Collaboration with Marcello Eans Often thought it, never said it. I’m an heir to Earth, by birth, a world I inherit. 24 hours to live, do I cherish? Man without vision, a man wh......

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...Left at the fire station shortly after birth, as a young child, I didn't know self-worth. Shipped on from foster home to the next, my life was so difficult and very complex. In the midst of it ......

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...If only you knew… the anguish that gripped my heart trying to fathom midst clemency’s understanding justification for your juvenile freedom-driven departure… If only you knew… the ......

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...As a child I knew life wasn’t perfect, had to survive most day a lot of things I went through I didn’t deserve it! Held a lot of people down when it wasn’t even worth it , so I felt everybod......

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...A FORGOTTEN ANGEL Who was she? They wondered No one knew her name Where did she live? They wondered No one ever saw her playing How old was she? They wondered Did she have any friends? Wh......

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...I am from little toys, from hair gel to vases. I am from the Foster Home and the scent of cleaning. I am from the growing basil, the fallen tree out back whose long gone limbs I reme......

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...I go to classes and everybody cheers. The teacher is cheering the loudest of all, the kids laugh at this. I am her thirty minute break, and it is a time for me to play with children who needed one......

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...Mum I am Searching for you Lies, Lies, but before you die tell me the truth So you had me and gave me away But there was nothing I could do I was just a little one only six weeks old B......

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...Honesty-an orphan lost in the streets of apathy-desperately seeking a foster home to find! © Demetrios Trifiatis 19 August 2018......

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...Wounded Sacred Dementia My last foster care-provider and -receiver story is also a sad story of my last special needs adoption of bipolar born, and oppositionally reared, alcoholism. My B......

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...The Tyrant Was born ginger and learned WhiteRacist from Dad dead now about a year. Possibly opioid addiction but certainly something in growing families of yin-suppressed self-medicating......

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...(none fiction) Sometimes I wonder which one is worst. My looney toon stepmother I never met or DHS that investigated me and her. I told them every thing I know, they even knew I grew up in a gro......

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