Foster Kids

9

Vic's plan really worked and the vote's were in. We visited a foster home and record children younger than us and their stories. We told ours. Not everyone chooses to be a foster kid. I met a girl, named Dimply, who gets out in two years with no family now and no where to go but its not gonna stop her from her dreams.

Of course I couldnt let the world forget a foster kid named Tate, he worked hard for a family that wasn't his but it didn't mater to him. This was his story. I met him when I was twelve.

"Teach Me How To Skate
A poem for Tate Isle Lyle, Rest In Peace."

Warm summer day.
No shirt,
just black ripped jeans.
Glasses fix a upon your head.
Ridding your decked out borad like you said.
A foster kid since seven.
Family took you in at fifteen.
I wanna understand.
I wanna know why you take the weight.
Sexy babe, teach me how to skate.
Oh little boy, how you hate,
That daddy was never around, he left when you turned sixteen,
Mama always came home late,
She paid for almost everything,
Then you had to work three jobs everyday.
Why your little brother misbehaved,
You never got why and neither did I.
How grandma swinged first base on all her dates was a mystery to me.
Little sister dates a man,
Just another thing you need to worry about again.
Your ex never had a back up plan,
And her period was late again.
She had a miscarriage the next Monday.
Hopefully you'll get a baby someday.
You would of made a great daddy.
Baby boy, teach me how to skate please.
You've forgotten to take your meds a lot,
The ones with the red and blue lines at the end,
The ones that kept you sane from all this.
Last time I saw you,
You were blubbering on about a rabbit and cake.
I think you lost your mind that day.
Mama got injured at work again,
This time a limb and they say the won't pay the bill again.
It was a Tuesday,
You took an extra job.
Little sister came home crying,
Raped by the guy she knew was lying,
Such a dumb move on my end.
Summer school called about your brother's crimes,
Personally, not turning in homework won't give him time.
Grandma took in your cousins from off the streets,
The brought in weed and started a party,
Sadly they didn't invite me.
Now that's eight mouths to feed.
Five jobs and you're only nineteen.
This is just great,
Oh boy, you promised me, promised you teach me how to skate.
Teach me how you dealed with the pain,
Now it's too late,
You were found dead just last week.

I would say the truth is very powerful and I don't think you can really judge a foster kid. We were born just to be born and we are unloved.

We are the problem kids
And we are the worst of the worst. We sit and let you judge. You refuge to listen and understand us. We are the foster kids. The ones you can't forget.