Forgotten Foster Children
Give me my mind
It belongs to me
Give me paper
a pen with ink
and a nightlight
so that I may write
open this mic
open this mic
open this mic
there is something I need to say
there is so much more to me
than meets the eye
Can you see in the dark?
Can you though?
You do not know me
You don't own me
You can not give me my freedom
I was born free
You can not give me God
God is inside me
behind my eyes
God can see you too
Lady Liberty, so independent
with nearly half a million
of her own American children
trapped in a system
that turns precious little miracles
into mental patients and criminals
See, what we have here
is a failure to make good on our trust
Effective immediately
you can not think for us
we, the forgotten foster children
hereby demand an audience
with this great nation
a revelation of the genius
you are binding to prison pipelines
we reject your judgment
a contrived premonition
to get us in position
for the slaughter
we separate our divine selves
from your caseload
we take our places
in the seat of our imaginations
and receive this spiritual download
cocreating an alternate universe
where we may innerstand
and converse
soul to soul
You do have a soul, right?
soul to soul
You do have a soul, right?
soul to soul
You do have a soul
Right?
Jessica Holter
Adult Foster Child, Writer, Orator
Writer, Jessica Holter is a visionary, creating urban art from spiritual downloads, her ideas are infectious and undeniable. Voices of Foster Care will be the first film of it's kind. And just as she did with The Punany Poets, bringing legions of laureates to the mic to talk about sex and HIV openly, it is her hope that the seeds of this edutainment film, presently being shopped for production consideration will manifest in communities all over the world lending a strong voice to those of us whose lives have been left to the compassion of bureaucrats. Us, the Forgotten Foster Children. Those of us who become fathers before we are men. Those of us who are more likely to see the inside of a prison cell than the inside of a college dormitory. Those of us who make up 80% of people on Death Row in America.
Yeah. Us. You almost forgot about us.
Aren't you curious?
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