Long Foster home Poems

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 BiPolar Wounded Child
turned an auspicious five
on the day I first saw her,
and promptly rejected...

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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 CHICAGO...

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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
LeftBrain too dominant
addictions
to chemical acclimations.

Dad left by death
Tyrant's also addicted
and chronically depressed mother
And his only white racist
twelve year...

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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?
What happened? ...

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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...

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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 Malnutrition 
The birth weight way below normal circumstances
Life surrounding...

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This one child, left alone in the world. No one to care for him. No one to love him.
Happiness has yet to come for him. It’s out there but it just hasn’t come back to...

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Continued From:
2. "Quien es?" "Who is it?" Part 2
 http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195856

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He loved to read. He loved to sing. He loved to dance and even act. 
He'd spend many days involved with his school plays.
His mother's...

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His mother left him as an infant
Only one place that he could go
Into the arms of proxy keepers
From foster home to foster home

He always got along with others
It always felt like family
But just as soon...

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I'm being haunted by demons I thought I'd buried
Depression is leading me to a dark place again and I'm worried
Suicidal thoughts I thought I moved past, came back with no remorse
I'm being tortured by depression,...

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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...

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>Someone I know not who walked over my grave today

It started on my local BBC Radio.
It really did you know.
A question was just asked it’s true.
What was the nicest thing ever said to you?

I did...

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Changing the world just seems so much bigger than me,
it seems larger than just a thought or decision I could make,
but I know deep down there is a strong vision I really see,
taking a stand...

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Children growing old and fading
innocence shattered with the curse of abandon
frozen between the first stage 
of a baby's breath and  navel,
desperate to live in  real homes
after years of return and exchange
thrown from garbage...

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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 who’ll soon perish.

Life is my fetish,...

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Gina, the girl next door, was the most lovable person one ever knew;
she always listened to those in distress,
and they all were moved by her kindness...
didn't she offer them comforting words that even time couldn't...

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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...

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Little Children
Tender and Sweet
Within their hearts
Souls.. weep

As many as I have seen
Torn between
Parents.. Divorce's
They not know
Why? what to do..

As little Ben..
Came in.
With tears in his eyes
and said.. unto me
Why?? What Should I
Why? should I.. be...

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I hadn’t seen a house for an hour ; talking to a social worker, is pretty short
I’m off to a new Foster home; the Courtermarshe’s, a new Big Sister; Brenda
How much longer, Mr. Hodges I...

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the excuse is not the answer
your pain it isn't mine
the bruises are still healing
but it's only a matter of time
when it begins to start all over
another day of threats
the way you are controlling
i haven't come...

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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...

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Avril Lavigne is also the best female rock star based in Canada. It's like she has a
rebellious mind from day one. Her songs are so powerful, I've got to get all of Avril's
albums. Not only...

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A frightened boy struggles to cope,
filtering tears real life contains.
And scavenging for scraps of hope,
he slowly sifts through love's remains.

Fetal alcohol syndrome
warped the mind of this loving soul.
And placed within a foster home,
he paid an...

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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 fervent supplication of my soul
beseeching the Lord 
after learning of your accident
causing you...

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As a child in days gone by
Mother’s rod was swift  but sure
Many a weal as time went by
Scarred my skin an ugly blue.

Nagging was the way of life
My mother used to lay the rule...

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