The verdict is in, we were abused.
Children with baggage, is how we are viewed.
Never mind the fact, that we are children all the same,
Negative presumptions are forever, attached to our name.
Abandoned orphaned forgotten and alone,
Evaluated analyzed medicated-now grown.
Organizations and people, work hard to find a fix,
But education and prevention, don’t always do the trick.
What about those, that have already endured the anguish,
We are all around you, you just don’t speak the language.
You see, sometimes it’s not about fixing what is broken,
Sometimes what we need, is an understanding that’s unspoken.
Acceptance love and patience, are welcomed by us too,
And not just because you’re sorry, that we have been abused.
Can someone please see past the life we never choose?
Can someone please recognize our heart and how it glows?
We don’t want your pity or your favor, and we don’t need your advice!
Our parents made bad decisions, and we are tired of paying the price.
Please look past that which you see in black and white,
And please stop trying to understand; you will always loose that fight.
Therapy is not anymore for me, than it is for you,
Because we are all people in life, awaiting our debut.
Ours is coming soon, and we hope you don’t choose to have small minds,
Because when we have our moment, time will not rewind.
You will lose the opportunity to have ever made a difference,
And you will be left in the shadows of our never ending brilliance.
By Jennifer M. ( was in foster care for 3 years from 15 years old – 18 years old)
