Do Right, Mikey

Poem By Charlotte Ballard

I wanted it
The money, lots of
Sweet Money poured into my
Greedy, open palms
By pitiful, wounded people
Who need,
Who needed-
More than
dope or smack
coke, or speed
downers, or uppers
lazy jays or
even the white lady
Can buy for them-
only renting feelings for a season.

I wanted it.
death by overdose,
death by bullets
shot by cops doin' their job,
dealers, muggers
junkies or thieves
Flying a little too high.

I wanted to
pop a hit,
do a rock
jiggle a joint
cop a buzz
needle my arm.
I wanted it.
I still want it.

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