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Poems by clients
Druggie, Smackhead, Prostitute, Thief - by Sara
Druggie, Smackhead, Prostitute, Thief
How can four words bring so much grief ?
Things aren't always what they seem
So stop and think before being so mean
| Druggie |
Someone who's addicted to a drug
But not necessarily an evil thug |
| Smackhead |
A word used when you don't understand
And you never will unless experienced first hand |
| Prostitute |
A person who has sex for money
Or someone you laugh at cause you think it's funny |
| A Thief |
To you this is all of the above
But I think it's someone craving attention and love |
All I am saying is try and think
Before you shout and kick up a stink
'Bout that Druggie, Smackhead, Prostitute, Thief.
This is mine!! - by Sara
Another night on that cold, harsh street
Not knowing what weirdo you're going to meet ,
If that's not enough, the old bill are about
I'm caught in a trap and just can't get out
Two years ago today, I never would have thought
That any little bit of me could even have been bought,
I have to face this ridicule, the taunting and the shame
This isn't fun and laughter, so why's it called 'the game'
I don't know why I'm writing this
It seems a waste of time,
What everything you had seems lost
It's just nice to say 'this is mine'.
Pregnancy
POSITIVE!!
So I was told, my heart skipped a beat.
There was no way I could do to her what heroin did to me.
I used through all the 9 months
Then the day came.
BUT WAIT!!
Then it suddenly dawned on me.
I should be so ashamed.
This tiny thin so small, beautiful yet wise, had rejected all the drugs that I had put inside.
I was so scared that she would go, because of that my love would grow.
This tiny thing was brought to me, I was certain there was a reason why.
The tears began to show when I realised what I'd done.
This tiny little person was the only innocent one.
I'd dream of a baby
Especially a little girl
I got the dream I wanted right down to the latest curl
Deeanna-Joe was everything I wanted, everything and more.
So why did I not stop taking heroin? Till I walked through the labour suite door .....
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