Foster Youth Central

	Freedom... (excerpt from poetry by a homeless youth) Sometimes you feel chained when you don't know where to go & you feel there's a brick wall holding you back Freedom means moving on		Why Did He Do That? Why did he do that? Why didn't he stop? Why did he yell all of the time? Why can't he cry? He is my dad, my dad is he. He hit my mom. He hit my brother. He hit my sister. He hit me.