Child Protection Services

Some of these parents
They're not giving the necessities of life
Unloving, with not a care, it's all about me
Think for once about them
Ask are they hungry, where will they sleep tonight
And will they be warm
When people can see the truth then
Why isn't action being taken
Why are children's lives being taken for granted
They don't have a say when it comes to their stories
their cries for help
The people that vowed to help children,
protect them, they make their jobs lies
Because they do nothing
They look like they're listening
But the kid's testimony means nothing
No Kids Shouldn't Be Exposed to Drugs,
Perversion and They Shouldn't Suffer Abuse
They're too little, too fragile
But they become more little soldiers whe enduring
This amount of hurt
You think you worry alot
Look at some of these older siblings with a heavier load
Because they have to protect their loved ones
CPS used to stand for something
But what was that again?

Born an Original?

How do we come out of the womb an original
When we mirror our parents
I don't want to have my mother's eyes
I hate being smothered in familiy ties
People want to believe they're one of a kind
That they're the true jewel that's hard to find
I don't get it we share the same version
you don't want to feel like this
but the truth is
I can find the same feelings some where else
Who cares you're not an original
then again someone else could be
thinking the same thing
I can't escape this never ending ring
of sameness can I?