shanika lowe


Stained And Tainted - Poem by shanika lowe

look at yourself
your hands are stained and tainted
by this beautiful picture you think you've painted
your selling your soul for a piece
of this so called american pie
while you get rich children and babies die
die of starvation or
simply lack of appreciation
because you wanted to be a baller
selling dope to the very next caller
not caring whether she has enough to feed
her son or daughter
your hands
your mind
your soul all stained and tainted by the dope money
used to get you into this new life
away from the heat to keep you on the street
in the end your gonna ask god
why doesn't have mercy on you
then all those years will flash before your eyes
the screams
the cries
the lives you've taken
wondering why is it your baking in hell
not figuring out it was the dope you chose to sell


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 7, 2010



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