If I were yours...

If I were yours,

You would fight for me

You would cherish me

You would treat me as fragile as Glass and as Rare as Gems

Only you could pick on me

If I were yours,

You’d stalk my teachers if there was wrongdoing

You’d go to the ends of the earth

Our Christmas would be special, and I’d be included

Our extended family would know who I am, that I belong to you, and with that strong connection, I belong to them.

If I were yours,

I would be your favorite

Nothing I could do would separate me from you

Your door would always be open, because you wouldn’t be able to see me suffer

You would pray for me

You would hope for my future

If I were yours,

Even my broken heart wouldn’t question it after awhile

I wouldn’t have to knock before I entered your home

You would miss me

You would bother me about homework

My unique qualities would always astound you

If I were yours,

I’d be your little star

I’d be your little princess

You’d make every effort to fulfill my hopes and dreams

You would cry when I do not fulfill yours

If I were yours,

The idea of me staying with strangers would frighten and outrage you

When I ask the question, “What if I were yours?” you would know exactly how I should be treated, it would be so natural, and so clear… 

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I wrote this poem one day when I was lamenting the way some people treat the children in their foster homes.  It just crushes me sometimes.