Addicted - Poem by JAE CENTORINO
I find myself with the shakes and the sweats;
I ask myself what's wrong with me
How can I have numbness like this?
What did I do, what did I take
Look at me; tell me, “Oh damn you! “
I find myself being paranoid asking why;
I see my reflection in the mirror
I'm still pretty and my body is fine.
I wonder am I day-dreaming I pinch myself nope,
I'm focused and definitely not on dope.
But I'm still addicted
I find myself struggling with my mind
wondering why I'm so strong,
questioning my fate ova and ova.
My eyes crystal clear and I
keep my babies close and dear.
I find myself addicted to the presents of breath,
the gift of my heart pumping, my lungs jumping
The entire part of my brain that flows and
my skin when it glows.
I'm addicted to my eyes when they tear
and when they show fear, the curves of my body,
the shape of my hips and the fullness of my lips.
I’m not so addicted to the voices of people
when the say the words; “Girl you’ve got some damn nerve! ”
With men feeding me lies, causin me distress
or trying to make my mind/body a mess.
I want the feeling of completeness not numbness
Just the true sense for me to ultimately be free;
and to have the ability to make
the decisions that will take me to my final destiny.
I’m addicted to life.
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