the dumping ground is what i called it
the kids where as nasty as hell
they would take my toys off me
so id go and tell, tell, tell...
i got a punch to the face
a black eye for me
along with a kick to the knee
cuts and scars across body
grassing got me no where
as they still didnt believe me
so that folks thats my story..
(the tears of a child in care NOT MYSELF! ! !)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem