Trigger warning: This poem is about drug addiction.
A woman walks the street
Her clothes are dirty
There’s no shoes on her feet
A man walks by and she slurs something flirty
She’s smoking crack at the crack of dawn
She hasn’t had a job
Since she slept on her boss’s lawn
It’s hard to see more than a slob
But what was she before?
She was once a little girl
That dreamed of horses galore
And wearing diamonds and pearls
She was supposed to be President
Now she’s facing jail time
Her court date was last week and she wasn’t present
She’s in the limelight in her prime
But only in her head
She dances to the music there
stumbling in her treads
Hands in the air
Reality hurts too much
Her life has been led to slaughter
Now she clings to her crutch
But she’s still somebody’s daughter.
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