Was It In My Best Interest

Was it in my ‘best interests’

To be denied my mother’s love, the maternal bond severed
To be robbed of a childhood, have my innocence stolen

To be handed to monsters, live in a nightmare for real
To be mentally broken, have my brain waves realigned

Was it in my ‘best interests’

To be suffocated in shame, to be brutally betrayed
To be whipped and beaten, have my spirit destroyed

To be silenced and gagged, my words disbelieved
To be despised, cast into the abyss battling to survive. 

Was it in my ‘best interests’

To be denied my heritage, then have my identity erased
To be a stain on white fabric, a blemish, to not belong

To be mocked and taunted, made to loathe my skin
To be captive to white saviours, my culture dismissed
  

Was it in my ‘best interests’

To be just a tick box, labelled, my needs disregarded
To be raised devoid of nurture, fed abuse, and trauma

To be lost to a system with a duty to protect and care
To be a foster kid, adoptee, who’d be horrifically failed

Was it in my best interests?
NO! It certainly was NOT.