Womb

From city to city,
One school to another
I miss my old house
I miss my real mother
It’s quite rare to fit in
Even more rare that I try
Why bother getting comfy
Just to up & say goodbye
Sadly, this story is far from unique
Most wards of the state’s lives
are also this Bleak
There’s one thing that held me,
Kept me tethered to Reality.
And that’s the escape of Reading
Science fiction (Ironically)
Wherever that rude social worker placed me
My real home could Always
Be found in my pages
A poem to dry each lonely tear,
A new fairytale to distract from Rages
So so much yet to be done on the system
For the prevention of innocents
Living as victims
We must all band together against
Government crooks. Let’s start
In Texas. Get your paws off our BOOKS