Survivors Poetry

I’m not a F****ing FRC

On leaving care…..  (inspired my Mike Lindsay’s poem on LAC children)

I’m not a freak, I’m me
Should be happy that I’m free
But I struggle just to be
Now that no-one cares for me

I used to be a LAC
Now there is no turning back
Belongings in a sack
It’s just hard to get the knack

They say be independent
And they want me to be competent
But if I’m no longer relevant
Who cares for my development?

Don’t feel like an adult, don’t feel like a child
Don’t want to be controlled, nor left to just run wild
Like a garden overgrown I need nurturing and care
But now that I’m not relevant it’s like I’m just not there
 
When I first got put in care
I found life was just unfair
Now I’ve fallen in despair
And would love to be back there

Am I the only one
Feeling life is not much fun
Now I’m special to no-one
I might just as well do one  

I’m not an F.R.C.
I am still here, can’t you see?
I am relevant to me
I am  me! I’m me! I’m ME

(Former Relevant Child is the term applied to young adults who have been in care)

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