Silent No More

This poem is about my personal experience growing up in the foster care system.

Silent No More

Speak little orphan child, to all the
people who do not know your pain.
Tell of the ones, who would keep a
child merely for the worldly gain.

Say all of the things, you are still
too afraid to let come out.
Cry for the times, when no one was
there for You to care about.

Talk softly, for the inner child that
all orphans can never seem to see.
Whisper gently, to the inner child,
"let me hold you safely close to me".

Proclaim loudly, for all the little ones
still to come who will be abused.
Cheer long, for each of the children who
finally escape and cannot be used.