I guess I was cute when I was a child
Happy and free, jolly and wild
My life was fine till this very day
When death fin'lly took my daddy away
My mom, always drunk, didn't care much
She was too busy cutting her wrists and such
My doggie was hit by a high-speed car
And I was a child - alone, so far
My heart got abused by dozens of guys
Someday I even stopped asking why
I wanted to BE strong, and NEVER cry
That's how so many years passed by
My body was broken, my soul was too
I just didn't know what I should do
That's when I met my really dear friend
Who leads me to brightness, grabbing my hand
We've been through dark ages, but boy, I feel great
I know it's dangerous, my new mate
'cause people try to get into my way
They don't like seeing me ... and cocaine
I don't give a damn what this sutpid lot says
And if it's that way that I am obsessed
My life is my life, and I think that's fine
Because my cocaine never makes me cry
Josi R.
July 29, 2008
Author notes
This is not a poem about me, and neither about any particular person I know. We were dealing with drugs a lot in school, and I tried to approach it in a different way by imagining the fate of a young girl who sees no other way to get out of her misery... I strongly disagree with taking drugs, to point that out!
I chose Adult as category not because this is an adult topic only, it affects many young people actually. But I do know it is rather dark and probably depressing, and I didn't and don't want kids to read that and get scared or something like that - or even worse, interested in the drug to see if the poem tells the truth.
STOP DRUGS!
reinhardt-napoleon
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I really like this poem... It's rather something unuasual coming from you... keep it up... Keep it interesting
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