Too Young, Not Old Enough

Too young to know what was going on,
Too young to know right from wrong.
I was just too young.
Too young to know where my parents were,
Too young to know where my siblings were.
Too young to know what courts were or social workers,
Too young to know what foster homes were,
Too young to understand what group homes were.
I was just too young. Too young to understand what
was being dished out to me.
Then...I wasn't old enough.
I wasn't old enough to go certain places
I wasn't old enough to watch certain movies.
I wasn't old enough to stay home alone,
I wasn't old enough to stay up late.
I wasn't old enough to work, yet
I wasn't old enough to drive, yet either.
I just wasn't old enough.
Finally...I'm old enough.
I'm old enough to understand everything.
I'm old enough to know what love is.
I'm old enough to know what family is.
I'm old enough to be free.
Free from all the pain, and the bad hand in life
that I was dealt in the beginning. I thank God
everyday for the good hand and the second
chance in life that I was given. I love all of my
family and they know who they are. But the sad part is
that the memories from the beginning will always
remain.

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Volume 2, Issue 15, Posted 3:55 AM, 07.11.2010