The beatings were tiring, the silence rare
The fighting painful, but the words…deadly
Like poison that flowed so freely and swiftly off the lips
Like sap that oozes off pine trees and sticks to your fingers
It had its way of sticking too…
Broken, forgotten, tired, lonely
These words describe the physical
But let’s not forget the mental…the spiritual
The passion of every individual, every child that thirsts
Whose passion to conquer and survive…to stand and say no more
And lift their voice whether small and soft as a summer wind
Or loud as the ocean floor
Let us remember our youth in the system…our children…our world
Let us unite together and make a stand, allowing our voice to echo with no end
Let us remember those who once were forgotten
Let’s make this month foster care awareness month
Changing views…lives…and making dreams come true TOGETHER!
-Franceska