Childs handwriting on a scrap of paper reads "If I didn't define myself for myself I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive."

A poem by Audre Lorde that Rainey Pearson’s eight-year-old foster son read at school during Black History Month and copied because he said he liked it. Photo credit: Mona Dougani.

Foster Care. HB769. Foster Parents’ Bill of Rights. Poem.

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