Juanita Harris

Rookie (Philadelphia)

Lifted - Poem by Juanita Harris

Look at them in pity.
Look at them in shame.
Wonder why their life’s a mess,
Wonder who’s to blame.
Wonder if it really works,
Their method for masking pain.
Hide it all momentarily.
Forget clarity!
They get lifted,
Vision shifted,
Feeling gifted,
For a moment in time.
With each hit it’s like rewind
Spinning their minds
Into another place.
Smiles on their faces
Leave no traces
Of reality.
They have a way of escaping
But not me.

Not me.
Lonely heart,
Hungry mind,
Misplaced anger,
Running out of time.
Stopping

To watch her buy a dime.
Belly full with baby
But that’s not on her mind
As she gets lifted
And takes a magical ride
Trying to mask what’s inside.
And when the crack pipe no longer blazes,
She sits
Wide eyes gazing.
In a zone
Reality gone
Feeling thankful for the white stone.
Vision shifted,
She’s so lifted.
She’s hiding from reality,
But not me.

Not me.
Lonely Heart,
Hungry mind,
Misplaced anger,
Running out of time.
Stopping

As I approach my home.
Uncle off in his zone.
TV gone,
Compensation
For precious, miracle stones.
Health no longer his concern.
Rotted teeth,
Visible bones.
His paranoia lurks ’til noon.
He’ll be asking me for money soon.
So he can stay lifted.
Makes him feel so gifted
When life is shifted
To an unrealistic
Time.
Where he hides it all momentarily.
But it’s clear to me
That I’d rather face reality.

They get lifted.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 2, 2010



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