Sandra jacks

Rookie (1991 / arizona)

You. - Poem by Sandra jacks

You....
you always thought,
I was the,
'perfect kid',
the one you didn't,
have to,
'worry about',
had faith in me,
my choices,
my dreams,
oh yes how I did believe.

But look at me now,
guess you did have,
something to worry about,
did you even notice,
as I went down,
what was your first hint,
or did you even have one.

was it,
the night I came home drunk?
used up,
and alone,
or the time you looked into my,
bloodshot eyes,
and knew I would not,
compromise,
or when i asked you for money,
yes,
when I called you honey,
manipulated you,
to my perfect Que,
maybe,
it wasn't any,
you really never,
had a clue.

Thanks for the car mom,
I sold it for drugs,
it helped me right along,
went straight up my nose,
and thanks for the furniture mom,
when I moved out,
I sold those to,
up my veins they flew.

You really were a good mom,
and oh how hard you tried,
and when I went away to rehab,
oh how hard you cried,
they drugged me,
and grabbed me,
but I'm right back here,
because I never really wanted,
to be,
clean,
didn't you see.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 22, 2009



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