FOSTER CARE IS FOR SISSIES
maybe your wound and my wound
can get together sometime
we’ll leave them at the daycare
cowering beneath a colorful alphabet
and dance off like bad mothers
who wish their kids were never born
we’ll eat ice cream without them
as our hair whips in the wind
November 21st, 2006 at 12:45 am
I’m a former foster child and current child advocate.
And that is a f-ing awesome poem.
I absolutely love it.
Did you grow up in foster care?
We need to talk…
Lisa
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