31 May 2012
I don't know why your Mommy can't care for you.
Perhaps her parents were crap
I don't know why the system fails you.
Moving from home to home,
your life will be a twisted map.
I see your eyes,
hollow inside,
trust has born no light there.
Baby born in chaos,
emotions out of control
rule the day.
No one there to help you cope.
No one there to help you keep those scary feelings at bay.
By the tender age of two
a behavior problem they'll call you.
Difficult to love your foster parents will say.
He doesn't want to cuddle,
he screams and cries all day.
But what they don't know,
what they just don't understand
is that a baby's brain born in chaos gets wired tight
like a rubber band.
You'll be always ready to snap at the slightest provocation.
A brain like yours can't process sensation.
Your emotions will run too high.
You'll always be ready to fly.
A gentle touch may feel like a slap,
a loving gaze may look like crap.
A brain wired in chaos will always be your trap.
Neglected Child • Opuss № I