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Premium Member Honesty
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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Categories: foster home, lost, truth,
Form: Monoku



Your Days of Abusing Him Are Going To Stop
(This is a fictional poem but sadly this kind of thing really does happen everyday.)

Your son came to school today with a bloody lip and a black eye.
He said you did it and then he started to cry.
After I talked to him, I called the cops.
Your days of abusing him are going to stop.
This abuse was brought to my attention by the school nurse.
He's going to be put in a foster home before the abuse gets worse....

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Categories: foster home, angst, father, son, school, abuse, school,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Walk Alone
It's time to ease my soul
so many years along this lonely road
speaking nothing but truth
telling tales of emotional and physical abuse
 So long I have roamed 
knowing what it is like to be in a foster home
while shedding tears
looking back upon wasted years
 Drowning sorrow 
not thinking about tomorrow
dreams have washed away
but not the day
 Still I roam
this lonely soul
upon this road
I walk alone...

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Categories: foster home, sadlonely,
Form: I do not know?
Crown Ward
stigma shadows the word
crown ward 
foster care 
billions made every year
with stolen children
profits are near 
prejudice blinds your eyes 
children taken every day
here 
and near  
parents love them 
fight to keep 
children lost 
taken in your sleep 
courts take them 
one foster home 
becomes the tenth
love is lost 
business grows 
money is made 
on broken homes 
eighteenth birthday 
comes
child tossed 
new ones 
to find 
and take away...

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Categories: foster home, sociallost, lost, prejudice,
Form: I do not know?
I Wouldn'T Want To Relive
I wouldn't want to relive my time in the foster home,
the beatings I would receive, I felt so all alone.
Baked apple they gave us morning, noon and night,
nothing they did would make you feel right.
Torn clothes and old sneakers is all we had,
never let them see you cry or be sad.
Other kids that were loud in the night,
a needle they received to make them sleep tight.
When I think of those times and what it did to me,
I know how good life is now that I am free....

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Categories: foster home, abuse, anger, violence,
Form: Rhyme




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