Do We?
hope isn't in the facts on these pages
it's in the smile on the faces of these sages
the preschooler who doesn't know who is in his family
eviction notices on his doorstep since the day he was born
love can't live here anymore
barely a teenager she had her uncle's son
her mama looked on
as they took her grandson away
she asked-
why do you want to keep your baby, baby?
everything will leave you anyway.
hope isn't in the facts on these pages
it's in the smile on the faces of these sages
they called him The Fighter
scars lined his young face: wrinkles for skin too lived in
anyone who really looked could see-
he was only trying to be.
they called him The Fighter, but his grin was wide
at the sight of the first cake bought just for him
they called him The Fighter
I think they were right.
hope isn't in the facts on these pages
it's in the smile on the faces of these sages
these refugees are everywhere
holding a new foster mom's hand
a grasping asking- will this one be nice?
will this one be home?
the hunger doesn't go
we have all wondered if we would be missed
families cracked, broken, scattered
leaving us alone on special days
wondering where we belong
wondering if we mattered
do we?
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