A Helpful Hand

by Maria Daniel   Apr 25, 2008


There I was as a kid,
innocent and not knowing what to do...
Now I'm growing up
getting abused and getting used.

What is it that I have to do
and what do I have to say?
what do I have to do to prove
that I'm normal in every single way?

I've been treated badly in many ways,
I've been treated wrong for many years.
I've been hurt all over my body and I've had many and many of tears.

Though I have no biological parents,
I have a mom and dad.
They are here for me now,
and they are here for me when I'm sad.

I'm about to be eighteen
and age out of CPS,
and in two months and thirteen days
I'll be on my own its for the best.

I'll be with my MOM and DAD,
the ones who have basically raised me,
the parents who taught me right from wrong,
and who told me I could be anything I wanted to be!

Thank you to the people who always have our trust,
because without these people we would be NO where.
And without these people
the world would not be fair.

We have all had it bad,
even I've been here before too.
but these two people raised my spirit
and hopefully I'm doing the same to you.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Ed or Ian Henderson

    This is a very curious poem. Although it's difficult for me personally to empathize with the detailed life experience, it does seem to be bursting with a positive feel despite some rather generic teen expressions. But then I guess that's your point: as a poem about stepping out into the adult world I think you've captured the trepidation rather well.

    Always keep this poem. Because one day you'll be twice the age you are now, and you may enjoy reading this again. :-)