In my email

My name is Jennifer, I am writing in response to your blog. I have a story about CPS that you should hear, see when I was born I had Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, my mother was an alcoholic. Cps spent almost two years pulling my brother and me from her care from what I am told. (A lot about our case is sealed for unknown reasons)

my brother whom is older and I went through the foster care system from the age of 2 to the age of 10 I was put in home after home, they tried to separate us and I kept standing my ground he was the only family I had left the only person I trusted, well after a long string of homes we were sent to a home in Oregon of the people who adopted us, My father is a great man and I love and respect him with all that I am. Our adoptive mother was strict and bordered abuse but all in all I turned out OK my brother was given back up to the state when he was 14. after I became an adult I left home and started my own family and within two years I had a son and a daughter, their father was abusive and I turned to those I had been raised to trust CPS ( in Florida) and they took my kids saying I was an alcoholic and my record now mirrors my real mothers. To date I have lost four children to the state one they gave back to her father (here in Texas) who sexually abused her and never charged him, they let him go. I am still fighting just to see her; I refuse to allow them to get me down so I am writing a book called
"Guilty by blood"

I had to give my youngest son up for adoption so I wouldn't lose him to the state. when they accused me of being a drug addict and alcoholic I had proof that I didn't do drugs and I am allergic to alcohol further more I am a security officer and have been one for over 6 years they told me that job was too dangerous to be a single mother.

I am attaching a poem I wrote called damaged goods its how us foster kids feel waiting to be adopted and I appreciated your ear and I pray somehow this story helps someone!
God bless
Jennifer

We have all read the poem “ A child learns what he lives”

Well here is a story for your mind.

Imagine a large tall building that reaches well into the sky, it spans the size of

several city blocks, It's stone facade creating shadows on all that

sits in it's path. Windows that are small covered in bars, dark shades

pulled tight. The title on the Building up so high no one can see.

You get a eerie feeling looking at it's menacing structure, upon entering it's

jail like doors you come upon a foyer large and rather plain. The receptionist

looks as if she hasn't seen the sun in 25 years, her face pelted

with frown lines, so bad that you aren't sure she has ever smiled.

Walking further down a narrow hall you see a sign plain and brown on the wall

that simply states “showroom --->”. you come upon a large set of double

doors dark and guarded by two men who check your identification and

open the doors, a haunting groan is heard as the doors open.

You enter a large room with shelves in neat rows each labeled

the first one you see says “ babies ages newborn to 12 months , race white or other”

your heart sinks as you feel a sick knotting feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You walk closer and begin to see exactly what the sign described each child

looks healthy and beautiful. But their eyes seem to show their

pain. As you round the first corner you see another shelf with a sign

labeled “ Clearance “ and you see children that are half grown

you see their questioning face knowing they are trying their best to look

the best and be the best deal for your money.

Now that is what the foster care system is like to the children who live in it....

And if some of us children are real lucky we

get a break and find a shopper willing to by damaged goods..

Thanks Jennifer, You rock!

LK