These Are My Confessions

Foster Them

STEAL AWAY...

The child services thought it was a good idea to take me away from my father and stepmother. They put us in court... and guess what. My stepmother is still walking around this earth today free. After everything she did to me, my two sisters, and one brother. Beat us until we bled... but she was not sentanced. Even after what my father let her do... when they took me out of my father's arms I cried, I kicked and screamed for the man to put me down. After all he was all I knew as a child.

Foster care was not good either. My first foster mother was white and she had another child aswell under her care who I didn't know. I didn't live with any of my siblings and I missed my dad. The second home I lived in... she was abusive and a evil person. Later on they brought my sister in the house with her aswell and she absolutely hated her. She hit her and treated her horribly. We often thought of running away dreaming of getting older so we wouldnt have to deal with this anymore. Foster mother afrer foster mother and I never ever felt at home anywhere. I felt like I was severely unwanted. I prayed to god that he would send someone to love me.

After a long year and a half in my child mind, they finally moved me in with my mom. It was good and it was where I prayed to be. But my mom left one day and stayed gone for 3 days (Today she says it was a misunderstanding). We called our eldest sister and she called the police and again we were stolen away. Off to people that didn't care and just wanted a government check.

The holidays were the worst time. Because you'd see your foster care guardian's blood children getting things that you wanted and things that were cool while you sat there with your presants from the government... You'd get clothes... and some other things that kids had no interest in. Again making me feel less than your average person putting rage in my heart. "Why did I have to be born in such a bad place?" and "Where is god when you need him?".... the little questions that I asked myself. Only 6/7 years old. 3 years in this horrible life.