I'm a therapeutic foster parent for high-risk teens...
I have a 16 1/2 yr old boy with me now that likes to write "rap" songs... (which is a great way to help get his pent up feelings out..so i always read them and tell him how great they are..)
He gave me this one the other day to read... and it touched me for some reason. (Please dont mind his grammar and stuff... i'm sure schooling was the last thing on this kids mind as he was trying to survive living with his mother..) And it gave me a big reminder WHY i keep doing this often very hard and stressful job. If i can make a difference in ONE kids life....
Hes had a rough life... Dad is dead from AIDS... and mom also has it. (hes clean.. thankfully.. )..
Hes mothers a drug abuser and some of the things this kid told me hes had to endure just kills me. Severe abuse from mom and her boyfriends of the week.../ hunger, no food in the house, nothing but ketchup to eat, cause mom had to buy drugs...
He still hordes food in his room... so he always has a "snack" to eat when hes hungry in the middle of the night if he wakes up... I found cookies in there the other day.. and he said, " i dont know why i do that,.." I explained its probably from being hungry in the past, kinda like a security blanket to you,...and its no big deal.he can keep some food in there if he wants.
Anyways..this kid came to me from lock-up and from a stupid gang (the bloods)... and doing drugs everyday and... just living the "thug" life. Hes never been in high school for more than a month at a time... always got kicked out... etc...
Hes doing SO good here right now
, i'm very proud of him. Hes really a pleasure to have in our house. And funny! THis kid cracks me up! He has a great personality.
I just hope he keeps it up when he goes back home to the "city"... *sigh*
He put a few swear words in it..
.. i'll have to remove them or change them out..
"Drugs"
When i waz a boy i was abused. My mama went out with a (%^&&) that she didnt care she was being used. But *** that, i waz old enough to see that my mom waz heavy on drugs, that she didnt care about her children she didnt feed. She came back home barely on her feet. She grabbed the broom, thats when i ran to my room. I locked the door an i heard plates smashing through the floor. But she unlocked the door. She grabbed me by my hair and drug me down the stairs. She threw me to the wall and said, who the *** you think you are? An i screamed Please Ma, dont hit me anymore. But you think she cared, she had no heart and kicked me till i had no air. Dam i know life isnt fair, but i'm getting my azz kicked now-n-there.
But God gave me a blessing to spare. I was still lying there until someone that had a good heart -n- put her life on pause, to stop the cause. An that person was my Aunt.
When i got older my uncle told me to grow some balls, now i'm not running no more. I'm standing here big -n- tall. An i promise you i'll never fall. An hope fully my mom isnt using anymore. Cuz it affected me from the day i waz born.
Look at me now, i'm going to school and doings things right. Now I'm proud to say thank god i'm not living the same way. But i got carried away, I started getting high almost everyday. An when people see me that say, J.C. are you ok. Cuz your like your mom when you were with her back in the day.
Now my young guns out, never do drugs cuz your gonna end up like a bum. An trust, your too young for that S***. If you dont want that, you better get your a** fixed.
So there it is... yeah, it a bit rough.. but it shows you a bit of the inside of most of these kids. And the hurt...
And THIS is why i get SO ticked off when i hear some folks say that recreational drug use as a parent is still okay..And the oldstand-by...."the kids dont know what we do"..
When you become a parent ALL that crap NEEDS to stop!
My rant for the day...
I have a 16 1/2 yr old boy with me now that likes to write "rap" songs... (which is a great way to help get his pent up feelings out..so i always read them and tell him how great they are..)
He gave me this one the other day to read... and it touched me for some reason. (Please dont mind his grammar and stuff... i'm sure schooling was the last thing on this kids mind as he was trying to survive living with his mother..) And it gave me a big reminder WHY i keep doing this often very hard and stressful job. If i can make a difference in ONE kids life....
Hes had a rough life... Dad is dead from AIDS... and mom also has it. (hes clean.. thankfully.. )..
Hes mothers a drug abuser and some of the things this kid told me hes had to endure just kills me. Severe abuse from mom and her boyfriends of the week.../ hunger, no food in the house, nothing but ketchup to eat, cause mom had to buy drugs...
He still hordes food in his room... so he always has a "snack" to eat when hes hungry in the middle of the night if he wakes up... I found cookies in there the other day.. and he said, " i dont know why i do that,.." I explained its probably from being hungry in the past, kinda like a security blanket to you,...and its no big deal.he can keep some food in there if he wants.
Anyways..this kid came to me from lock-up and from a stupid gang (the bloods)... and doing drugs everyday and... just living the "thug" life. Hes never been in high school for more than a month at a time... always got kicked out... etc...
Hes doing SO good here right now
I just hope he keeps it up when he goes back home to the "city"... *sigh*
He put a few swear words in it..
"Drugs"
When i waz a boy i was abused. My mama went out with a (%^&&) that she didnt care she was being used. But *** that, i waz old enough to see that my mom waz heavy on drugs, that she didnt care about her children she didnt feed. She came back home barely on her feet. She grabbed the broom, thats when i ran to my room. I locked the door an i heard plates smashing through the floor. But she unlocked the door. She grabbed me by my hair and drug me down the stairs. She threw me to the wall and said, who the *** you think you are? An i screamed Please Ma, dont hit me anymore. But you think she cared, she had no heart and kicked me till i had no air. Dam i know life isnt fair, but i'm getting my azz kicked now-n-there.
But God gave me a blessing to spare. I was still lying there until someone that had a good heart -n- put her life on pause, to stop the cause. An that person was my Aunt.
When i got older my uncle told me to grow some balls, now i'm not running no more. I'm standing here big -n- tall. An i promise you i'll never fall. An hope fully my mom isnt using anymore. Cuz it affected me from the day i waz born.
Look at me now, i'm going to school and doings things right. Now I'm proud to say thank god i'm not living the same way. But i got carried away, I started getting high almost everyday. An when people see me that say, J.C. are you ok. Cuz your like your mom when you were with her back in the day.
Now my young guns out, never do drugs cuz your gonna end up like a bum. An trust, your too young for that S***. If you dont want that, you better get your a** fixed.
So there it is... yeah, it a bit rough.. but it shows you a bit of the inside of most of these kids. And the hurt...
And THIS is why i get SO ticked off when i hear some folks say that recreational drug use as a parent is still okay..And the oldstand-by...."the kids dont know what we do"..
When you become a parent ALL that crap NEEDS to stop!
My rant for the day...