I wrote this poem on January 7, 2008 for a baby who really touched my heart. Of course there have been other babies I've gotten attached to because I work with them every day. But her situation struck a chord with me, especially since I was adopted. I couldn't help but think that I could have been in the same position. I cried when she was healthy enough to leave the hospital and the representative from ACS walked her out of the unit, and into the foster care system...
mama's gone
this hospital isolette is my home
she was too busy
smokin' this, sniffin' that
shootin' that
to care 'bout me
tho i was in her belly,
fighting for my life while hers was
wastin' away
i was never happier than that fateful day when
i fought my way to birth
then instead of toxins pickin' at me,
i had to worry 'bout the threat of her hiv
antiretrovirals coursing through my blood,
they're lookin' out for me while
my mama shows no love,
doesn't know what i'm goin' through,
doesn't know what i'm worth,
hasn't laid eyes on me since birth
i waited for a recognizable voice to comfort me
but now i take solace in the voices
and touches of strangers who
have become my familiar
no more azt and i'm definitely hiv free, finally,
escaped the death grip of hands that never held me
i'm growing, developing my personality,
big eyes, the sweetest smile framed by fat cheeks,
lookin' cute in my green outfit,
i speak
for myself
i may be small but i have a big voice,
you can hear me outside this box i'm in,
which means i refuse to live inside one,
i'm ready to rebel against the title i'm given,
"orphan",
foster care
may seem like the road to nowhere
but thankful for second chances
i'll climb to the highest tier,
and i may shed many tears to get there
but at the end of the day
what matters is that...
I'm here