All alone in a foster home separated and refused
Calculating down home blues debate on thoughts to choose
Visions of past memories of what use to be a family
Lost in a world wind causing sense of non-existing
Abandonment rejections are the feelings of the day
Sad inside to know my mother my father are not
Who are these people? Snow driven pangs of loneliness
Assuring me they are coherent and have not left my side
One thing is sure they are not though I am in a place not my home
A place where they send tattered dingy tiny people who are lost of visual affection
These many hollowed homes leaving children scared from the mistreatment
Because they were not apart of that home
Last to take a bath, in dirty water from the bather before
Last to eat, you were the outcast no one wanted
Last to get my hair combed, to young to style myself
No hugs, no goodnights, good mornings, no goodbyes or I love you
On the contrary, the words heard were not pleasant or soothing
As a child would hear coming from the voice of a loving mother
Awakening them from a pleasant sleep in a comfortable bed
In a room they call their own, rather
Get up, put your clothes on and get out of here
You are ugly, you are fat and you stink
No body wants your sorry self
A constant echo remembered
Sleepless nights sleeping on an estranged pillow
Dreading sleep, new nights new fears in an unfamiliar place
Comfortless, crushing to know you have to be somewhere you are not wanted
Tears fills the cushion of her eyebrows hating to drift away
Barely breathing not knowing what occurrence to expect next
Minute after minute each excruciating as the minute before
Memories of foster homes there were so many