It was the 4th of November when it all began
The girl was only 13, she didn’t understand
She cried every night on the phone
Screaming to her mum she doesn’t want to be alone.
There was nothing she could do, she had no choice
Nobody listened to her, she had no voice
People started to judge her for being in care
They used to call her names, they used to stand and stare.
Why was this happening to her? She thought it wasn’t fair
She missed her family and friends
She couldn’t cope, but she knew it wasn’t the end
She got used to the fact she that she was staying there
Especially when she was put into long-term foster care.
However it wasn’t all that bad
Things got better, times weren’t as sad
One year later, as her confidence has grown
She is now a prefect, nobody could have known
She tried her hardest in school, achieving good grades
Everyone, including herself, were surprised by the changes she’s made.
Now she focuses on the future
Ignoring the past
By making good memories
And making them last.
About the author
This powerful poem was written by a member of The Group (Manchester’s Children in Care Council).
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