For today’s blog I want you to think of a puzzle, one of those beautiful and intricate, complex puzzles. You have spent hours working, building, fussing over this amazing puzzle, but suddenly you stop, and you are stunned, you can’t finish it. There are two critical pieces missing and they cannot be found, that is no ability to complete, it is over. Now translate that image to a person’s life who for whatever reason landed on the streets, missing are pieces, how are they to re-build without help? They cannot, just like your puzzle, missing pieces mean it is over without help, so do we throw humans away like puzzles?
Simply Broken & Pieces are Missing…
Howard and Billy Bob said I could talk to y’all for minute, that you were good people and would actually listen. I hope so, I want to introduce you to a component of homelessness that no one will recognize. Yes, I said, that, no one, if they recognize it, then they are responsible to fix it. It is the young generation, the youth of the streets, the ones that make you folks scratch your hears.
See, I come from the foster care system, that place is dangerous and broken, and needs to be re-build, but these here streets will kill you dead quick, if you are not paying attention. You get put in one those places when your family falls apart, most are okay, few are good, and most are not good. Too many kids and too few homes and resources. I was in about 8 of them and a few I had to hope to get out of real quick. Didn’t eve finish school, got tired being bullied.
What happens is at the golden age of 18 you hit that marker called, ‘age out,’ no matter if you are ready or not, you re moved our of foster care and onto your own. Now you have not been cared for, prepared for the transition, may not have finished school, have not had the physical and emotional wounds healed, but at 18 your are an adult and on your own. Broken or not, ready or not adult transition is made.
Are you seeing that pattern I am laying down for you plainly and in sight orf your eyes, broken with pieces missing, every move, every bad home, the origin situation, all pieces that are missing, how can I be whole again.
Gangs, drugs prostitution, early pregnancy, suicide, and of course homelessness. What I want to know is, how do you folks do this crazy thing called life? Ho, it is too much, to many tings going on at once, I can’t handle it, it is just a whirl about my head right now. Foster care was never designed to do what it is doing right now, family was supposed to be in place to care for the kids when life went sideways, but now a days families are too busy and kids pay the price, broken at every level.
There are others out here, other broken ones, other foster fails, and we are trying to learn the ropes and learn to be invisible, although we have been invisible all of our lives, we have to be even more so, we don’t want the police to find us and we get tickets, and fines and jail on top of what we are already struggling with.
Brokenness can only produce brokenness, and until that brokenness is fixed there can be nothing else produced, foster care puts a roof over a child’s head and food in the belly, but it doesn’t fix the brokenness within. I have seen things and heard things that would break your heart and you think we are the worst thing you have ever seen, us ‘bums’ on the streets, no way! The only thing I would say is this, please stop with the meanness and mess that y’all give us each time you spot us, the homeless and hurting on the streets, we are already broken, do you really what to hurt us to the point of no return?
I am just broken since a little boy, broken and do I really want to go and if yes for what and if no ,then there maybe rest for me finally, broken, too broken to think or make decisions right no
Will You Continue to Destroy My Remaining Pieces
Or
Will You Simply Find Them & Bring Answers
