Foster Care
The words that still haunt me at night.
They bring tears to my eyes through the memory.
Being past around like an unwanted shoe.
I'm a person I have feelings.
But not a real family.
Hoping wishing someone would adopt me.
But no, You never stay in the same place.
You move and move and move.
Never trusting anyone.
Keeping your heart a wall to keep out the hurt and pain and rejection.
I am a Foster, not by choice.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Sherri
PoetryPoetry and Dear Sherri Letters by Me, Most of my inspiration comes from my bestfriend and my child hood with I still am going through child hood so let me just explain to you how my life and friends life feel enjoy
