Dear Dope Dealer, Poem by Ms. Anika Martinez

Dearest Dope Dealers,

Thank for being there for me. Whenever I needed to self-destruct. I knew you would be there to lend a helping hand to drown myself into desperation and despair.

I was grieving for the child ones lost. You were there on the corner waiting to give your condolences and the twenty that was due.

On many occasion you offered me a place to lay my head, even if it was between your legs.

You called many late nights to tell me you just re-up and to let me know you’ll be up. “Stop by anytime”, you’ll say. I would answer you back with “Ok! ”

You were always available to me to lend me credit with interest a course, you knew how much you meant to me just as I knew you would never sign for a divorce.

Dope dealer had to tell, “Keep up the great job of causing the dismantling of the family dynamic.” Don’t forget the decay of morals and ethnical beliefs.

You know those values mean nothing to you. You alone are valued as the leading financer of the total destruction of America and the children who live in it.


Your Truly

Your Wife Addiction