Survival
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The world is our stage We are born to make a scene Whether it is good or bad Simply follow in my lead Be sure you are well behaved Make them notice me and say What an amazing Dad you are Your children sit still and pray Always say, “Yes sir or ma’am” It must be obvious you see That being a part
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Living amongst the shadows Of other children needing more An unexpected comfort Allowing me to explore Once your spotlight found me I felt nervous to my core Rather than show fear I’d paint a smile, my cheeks sore Fragments of my reality Disguised by your playful insanity You’d joke, we’d laugh, follow along The truth hidden within this cacophonous song Not once do I
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Foster Parents of the Year An accolade you’ve earnedWhat they have been blinded byIs the chaotic life we’ve churned With so many kids at home It’s easy to be ignored I’m thriving in the darkness Forget me, I’m not bored Meanwhile, I witness craziness Of a life that’s full of stress Whining, screaming, wailing Restraints, a necessary mess Too much trust is
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When I share these storiesTold from Mom’s point of view It’s often met with judgementSince it feels so far off cue Who would live this type of life?Why add children to the mix? Who would date a person that believes meth does the trick? It’s easy enough to judge someone Based on a tainted trackIt’s harder to look
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Don’t speak unless I speak to you Don’t whine, or pout, or cry Don’t talk back or roll your eyes You pesky little child I’m allowed to shout at you It’s my right as your commander I’m allowed to beat you down This ensures you don’t meander Being that I made youI innately know what’s best As long as I stay in
Sarah Lopez 