Caucasian Foster Girl

Caucasian foster girl with braids,
And stories,
Many stories,
Both big and small,
With no parents,
No drugs,
No hatred,
Only love,
For humanity,
After years,
Her sanity,
Still in tact, demonstrated in her tears,
And also-
Her fears,
Of fading into the black –
Life of new discord and old confusion.

She sticks with,
The other children,
Aside from,
The deadly calm,
That traps its victims,
In arid palms.

She lends her eyes,
To frozen windows,
Tapping the glass,
Counting cars that pass,
19 now,
The age of she,
Out of school,
Completely free.

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