Child Protective Service

When I was 6 years old they put me in the adoption center,

to take me away from my family.

The night after being there,

I couldn’t sleep.

 

I wanted to go back to what I called home.

but I was scared of all the fighting.

So I stayed where I was,

sitting on top of a bunk bed,

biting my nails.

 

Shivering in the cold air from the cracked window,

I thought of what my mother told me.