Antwone Fisher

As I was growing up, I always felt a form of emptiness. There was something about growing up in the Foster Care system all while being raised by several family members that left a hole in my heart and mind. There was a sense of displacement in the world. Feeling alone, feeling unwanted and wondering if your Mother and or Father would ever come and fill that emptiness.

I will never understand how a Parent, whether it be Mother or Father could walk away from their child. A Blessing that some wish they could experience all while some take child bearing for granted.

There was a poem I once heard “Who would cry for the little boy”. Although, I don’t relate as a boy growing up into a man. I do relate as a child growing up into an adult. Please read below..

Who will cry for the little boy?
By Antwone Fisher

who will cry for the little boy?
Lost and all alone.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Abandoned without his own?

Who will cry for the little boy?
He cried himself to sleep.
Who will cry for the little boy?
He never had for keeps.

Who will cry for the little boy?
He walked the burning sand
Who will cry for the little boy?
The boy inside the man.

Who will cry for the little boy?
Who knows well hurt and pain
Who will cry for the little boy?
He died again and again.

Who will cry for the little boy?
A good boy he tried to be
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who cries inside of me

by Antwone Fisher

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