I went for a drink dad
And I thought about what you said
You told me not to take drugs dad
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you told me to be good daddy
daddy i cry
why didnt you hepl me
before i die
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SHE WAS BUT A CHILD
A FINE BONNY GIRL
UNTIL SHE HEARD THESE SAD WORDS
...
I am a gay woman who lives in manchester. Two years ago I worked as a social worker, dealing with abused children and prisoners with drug problems. I became ill and could no longer work so I decided to write true poetry about all the lovely people. I have composed my poems from their real life stories. I have not had any published yet and hope these first ones grab the interest or a Uk publisher. I have received positive acclaim from American editors but I have yet to meet a publisher who understands the true message of my work.)
I Went For A Drink Dad
I went for a drink dad
And I thought about what you said
You told me not to take drugs dad
So I had a drink instead
I felt proud as I drove my car home
I didn’t take any drugs
I remembered what you said
dad I was waiting for your hugs
I got into my car dad
Sure to get home very safe
I never knew what I hit dad
I suddenly lost my head
Now im lying on the floor dad
And I hear the police say
He never knew what hit him
The boy was where he lay
The blood is all around me
As im trying to stay sane
I can hear them say loudly
That she is to blame
So im sorry dad
IV killed an innocent child I
wish you had warned me
About drink not drugs instead
I wish you could kiss me
As I lie here and die
I wish I could forgive myself
So I love you and goodbye.