when o was four i moved
from the family i was with 
my whole life was a myth.
it seemed like my life was fake 
my foster told me i saw my last birthday cake
that i would work in the yard and rake
man life seemed fake.
i can't believe this is happening i want my mom
i just want to go home.
i thought to myself what do i do 
it's just different with out you 
i didn't know that i was that i was no longer a kid 
i had to take care of my brother
if only i had a mother
or some other family 
that would take me in
and let me be.
man i wish they could see 
 how good i could be                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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