Aa Meeting - Poem by Destiny Brown
Hi my name is...
well i guess it dosnt matter.
were all just nameless faces trapped in this room by our problems, or addictions or the battles weve been through,
but im not like you.
Im not strung put on coccaine or heroin.
I dont shoot up twenty times a day so sick of how the world is that I thought Id find my own way.
I dont drink until Im crazy and say things i never ment.
Drink until I cant tell my own daughter from the president.
But i cry myself to sleep at night,
Im not stranger to the pain.
I cry because I never knew just how long it rained.
I never leave my house no more too scared of what theyll think.
The people walking down the street,
what if they hate me?
What if they dont like my shoes or the way I did my hair?
What made me leave the house today and why did I come here?
Why did I choose to talk about all the things I fear?
and what makde me choose this group, AA to be exact.
What I need is a mental home,
Some place to keep me safe.
Protect me from my own hands and the pain thats in my face.
Hold me in captivity until Ive learned my lesson.
Teach me lifes to precious to waste and take away my weapons.
Perscribe great medicine to numb the pain away.
400mg. of friendship, take four everyday.
but what if I run out of pills,
will you get me more?
What if all my frriends just leave me like before.
Will I be left crying on the floor?
Alone petrafied drowning in my tears?
Will be left in a room of fears, doubts, dissapointments?
Will I be forced to live a life of theves walking in dark shadowsw cast by friends who really dont care?
Will I become a pill poppin poparatsy addicted to the kindness that really isnt there?
If you leave me make it know i never needed you.
I never needed anybody,
Always been stronger by myself.
Never had no reason to cry.
Yet as I sit here telling my story I notice all eyes are focused on my lips.
Watching so closley,
content with desire,
antisipating my every word.
I cant lie I spent nights crying denying anyone who came too close.
Terrified by thought of someone caring.
This my life.
who gave you permission to get involved?
Cuz once you start
You have to stop
and in the end theres always pain.
Cuz onece you live
YOu have to die
and in deth what have you gained?
Did you worry about more than just your petty problems?
Ever think about the people around you efected by you heroin addiction.
What does it do to your mom to you frantically twiching,
itching your nose,
still tingling from your last line.
and your daughter,
do you think she likes driving you home at night,
tucking you in
asuuring you everythings alright?
You know you pass it down right?
and now shes in love with Marry Jane.
Youve opened the gates for her and all she has to do is walk in.
To the fields where the fairy dust lays and the poison poppies play.
Im sorry did I offend you?
Did my truth invoke your soul?
Deal with it!
Its time you face the facts.
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