TrueWarriors

Foster Kids

by Vonia Martin

Next to the men and women in law enforcement and the armed forces these are the toughest fighters on the planet. They fight every day of their lives just to be seen or to be invisible if it keeps them safe. 

What does it take to keep living when you have nothing to live for? Spite. It helps to be spiteful. Stubborn, you have to be more stubborn than anyone who may want to do you harm. Crazy, comes in handy because no one messes with crazy. Loud, be willing to make noise when things aren't fair or just plain wrong. People resent me for using my voice to point out what isn’t fair but that is only because they are not fair. I am suppose to suck it up and be grateful for being treated like shit. Like I cannot see the difference in the way I am treated and the way everyone else is. Yes I have thought of the fact that it could be my personality but everyone loves me at first. That is until they find out I’m nobody. What do other people say about me that convinces, my would be rescuers, that I am not worth saving? What does worth saving look like? Please let me know so I can work on that.

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Half Empty

by V. Martin

I don't even have a glass!  

Beyond Repair

Patches

by V. Martin copyright 2016

Can't you feel the peace in my fear
Can't you smell the scream in your ear
Can't you see the terror in my voice
Couldn't you feel me end with your choice
Can't you taste the crazy in my lies
Can't you hear the agony in my eyes
Can't you tell I'm dying by how I live
Can't you take from me what I freely give
Can't you see the shock in my stunned heart
Can't you smell the confusion about my part
Can't you taste the forgiveness in my hate
Can't you feel the hope in your fate
Can't you hear the blame in my stare

Or are you blinded by the glare

I Lied

I Confessed To Something I Didn't Do:

                                                At least not at the time I said I did.

My adopted mother placed me in a residential treatment facility when I was 15.  I was the only virgin, non-smoker, non- drinker, non-everything no I take that back I had started smoking in the psychiatric hospital she checked me into twice before this.  Any way, I was allowed to go to public high school because I had no behavioral problems and I was kinda smart plus they were going to let me out in the middle of the school year.  My best friend was a guy named Tony, gayer than a three dollar bill but I had a huge crush on him any way.  My best friend back at the res. was bragging with the other girls about all the sex they've had.(some were in for being prostitutes) I guess I felt left out because as soon as I could I got Tony alone and attempted to have sex with him.  Fortunately, I had no idea how to do this nor did it occur to me there was something missing so I did what I thought was sex and bragged about it to my friend.  Looking back I'm pretty sure she knew I was lying.  To the management she went, knowing I had backed myself into a corner.  I had to either come clean about lying or confess to having done something I didn't, to my adopted mother.  I chose the latter because it fit right in with my trying to help her get rid of me.