my life as a foster child

Run away

I know the last time you guys heard from me was when I wrote and my diary that I wanted to run away from this monster house. But now I'm sticking to it now because my foster mom beat on me again when I came home from school. I found out that her little monster was in my room looking for something she thought I stole from her like me stealing wow that's not me ok. When she was looking in my room she founded my diary underneath mattress in read my diary an she saw what I wrote in my diary talking about how I want to run away. Then she told the monster what I wrote in my diary in she was waiting for me after school. When I walked and the door she asked me " you want to run away now uh" faith " you don't respect me at all" foster mom " oh I don't respect OK I will show you how I respect you then". Faith screams... (Faith crying) Dear diary I really hate monsters so bad she will always beat on me for anything anything I say. Yeah I now you guys are asking yourself did she run away yes I did I waited until they was asleep I jumped out the window an ran as fast as I can. Every second I'm and that house the more they beat on me or pick on me. It was time for me to go like really my eye is black in swallowing my lips is bleeding. (Faith crying again) do I look like a punching bag you to now I'm not I'm a human being. All I want in life in general is love my mom is not here to love the way I wanted someone to do. Did you know I live to read poems Maya Angelou is my favortive...... Still I rise is the best it fits me the best

You may write me down in history 

With your bitter, twisted lies, 

You may tread me in the very dirt 

But still, like dust, I'll rise. 

Does my sassiness upset you? 

Why are you beset with gloom? 

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells 

Pumping in my living room. 

Just like moons and like suns, 

With the certainty of tides, 

Just like hopes springing high, 

Still I'll rise. 

Did you want to see me broken? 

Bowed head and lowered eyes? 

Shoulders falling down like teardrops. 

Weakened by my soulful cries. 

Does my haughtiness offend you? 

Don't you take it awful hard 

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines 

Diggin' in my own back yard. 

You may shoot me with your words, 

You may cut me with your eyes, 

You may kill me with your hatefulness, 

But still, like air, I'll rise. 

Does my sexiness upset you? 

Does it come as a surprise 

That I dance like I've got diamonds 

At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history's shame 

I rise 

Up from a past that's rooted in pain 

I rise 

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, 

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. 

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear 

I rise 

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear 

I rise 

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, 

I am the dream and the hope of the slave. 

I rise 

I rise 

I rise.

Thank you diary for listening this is the only place I can insprise my feelings.