Cocaine dusts the table,
As it flies into her nose.
The infant continues to wail,
As the descending sun glows.
Mommy is too busy,
To tend to it's needs.
How can she say it'll be OK,
When she's too absorbed in greed?
Lord knows where daddy is,
Which hooker or hotel,
Lifestyle or Trojan,
Which hard on penis shell?
Which crime has he committed,
Or what number is his cell?
Mommy has it written down,
1-800-GO T'- HELL
She has a president in her nostril,
The other one she closed.
Another line has disappeared,
Another empty bag disposed.
The keys are on the table.
Mommy is on the floor,
Overdosing street drugs,
Between each household chore.
She forgot about him again,
Like she forgot before,
That he was just playing hide n' seek,
Behind the bathroom door.
The baby balls himself to sleep.
Bubbling soggy breaths from under the bath.
The absent father and prostitute mother,
Are too high on crack to do the math.
It adds up that the child's dead.
What's she to do when she wakes in the mourn?
The weak and tiny fall when drugs deal the hand,
Yet why are crack babies continuing to be born?
She never gave him the opportunity,
The choice to live or die.
Too preoccupied to watch her watch her future,
Or listen to her newborn cry.
Author notes
Written June 22nd, 2004
A contest entry
- Dark,Angst, Hope Contest, inspiring by Lacer.
300 points, ended September 4, 2004, 43 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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omg this was so sad, i liked it alot and it deserves an applause
-lacer
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It seems that you put a lot of effort and feeling into this poem, mostly anger and frustration I think. Good luck in the contest.
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good god.... you... *breaths* jesus... this was... amazing...
more... I do beleive its time I read more.
Trish
btw-- do you mind if i write these down in my journal? ( I have a journal of peoples poems, ones that affect me, but i always ask permission)
keep it sweet
trish -
wow, honest strong and brutal... definitely amazing poetry here... keep up the great work and don't lose the balls to be as direct as you were in the poem, people need to hear it!
)O( neuentag -
mind blowing!
wow you put out alot of good points there! and uh to say myself i am what you and others would call a "crackbaby" and i totaly agree w/ everything your saying and its sad...isnt it? i just hope things will change in the future...no what im sayn'..
person named
katie~ -
Brilliantly assembled, word wise, and yet woefully sickening in subject matter at the same time. You raise some harrowing questions in the end. These are words of power.
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so good its wierd
Im shocked. This poem...is so full of feelings, and anger, and yet it is totally right. It almost makes you want to cry. Thanks lol now I will ahve an image stuck in my head (that you wrote so weell ) foreevverrrr! please keep writing and in a way i hope you win. So everyone can read about this issue
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