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Former methhead checks me
With his eyes, says hi
Hey, one small cup, please
Coffee with sugar and cream
MJ, not holding but maybe
Some day I'll entertain you
With a couple bowls
So we can get to know each other
He thought I was born this way
Should I or not make this basic
Thing the basis from which
I make the decision to let you in?
Why not?
I like it
Can't seem to find many hidden
In the masses of my kind who get it
So ****,
Drink up getting buzzed meet up
With my little sis
Hey, sister, toot
Do a line or two
Miserable friends of the white
Grain powder, ******* brain
How dare haters say I'm insane
Naw, I like it, appreciate
The way you look overwhelmed
With disgust, huh
Maybe I'm a bad person
When it comes down to it
With the worst brought out
By faith I choose not to deny
Celebrate
Hawley Anne Mar 2023
Beautiful souls all glory and hope,
destroyed within minutes,
all because of the dope.

They didn't see this coming,
it wasn't their wish,
not one single child
hopes to grow up to be this.

The ****** on the corner,
that you judged as you passed.
Do you really believe
she enjoys selling her ***?

And that man sitting homeless
outside of the store,
as a childĀ couldn't imagine
what his life had in store.

The crackhead downtown
or the methhead on hastings,
had bigger things planned
than their current drug cravings.


It does not discriminate
it hasn't a preference,
robbing parents from children
it gains delight from their absence.

Addiction creeps up on you.
You wont see it coming.
Do you think if they knew,
that they still would have done it?

That mother who's child
C.P.S JUST took away,
now fights suicidal ideation
and self hatered everyday.

Because she wanted to raise her.
That child is her little one,
now shes 4 years old
and calls
SOMEONE ELSE

MOM.

See addiction destroys things
people family and homes.
But please try to remember
it's not ALL a fault of their own.

Peer pressure or trauma
or just one BIG mistake.
It was one bad choice yes,
but should it seal their fate?

Please have some compassion,
look past the outside.
See the child that's hurting,
looking out from an addicts eyes.
Will Jul 3
clouds of soundless heat
roil like fiberglass
cotton on our heads;

O god, who froths on peeled
billboards,

speak not,
for who could hear the word
through the
plastic in the cows

and the thick spit of
meatless factories
throbbing with sores;

ours is the sky
of glands,
secreting the
acid milk of a
thousand limbless
mothers

who thrash and screech
and birth methhead bodies
under black birds;

The flat videotape
of the plain erases
these children in cellars
and crawlspaces
so neatly
so cleanly

that
you would hardly
ever know that they
existed at all

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