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I’m expected to do as I’m told
I’m expected not to question them
But in my heart I know this
This is not what I want
They think I should be grateful
They think I should be happy
But this is not the way I feel
My mind is clouded with hurt
They give me the grunt work
They ask me to get little things
“Can you get me some soda?”
“While you’re up can you…?”
I can’t stand the atmosphere I’m in
This air feels toxic and cold
This is supposed to be home
But to me this is a prison
Why am I put through this?
Why can’t they see what they’re doing?
I shouldn’t have to bow to them
And I shouldn’t be treated like a maid
I am a daughter
Not a slave
I am an adoptee
Not a minority
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This is a slam poem I have decided to write to talk about how I get treated in my own home. I know not all adoptees feel they are treated this way, and I would like for adoptess and foster kids alike to post comments on here. Let's get a discussion going.
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