david gerardino


Next Hit - Poem by david gerardino

she was smoking crack with a baby in her belly,
she was laughing and crying, waiting for that next
hit.
she use to be beautiful, now she looks like a dreadful
nightmare, and that nightmare stinks...
you can hear that baby punching,
you can hear that baby wailing,
you can see that baby fighting for its life.
yea, even a fetus has the right.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

NEWS AT TEN,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, this is why i try not to turn the news on..

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  • Silver Star - 3,272 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (10/6/2012 1:42:00 AM)

    Poignant narrative but kudos for d super description (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 30, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, October 1, 2012


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