The Grime

She stands by the door waiting for her to come, the days finally here going home with her mum. She's 4 now, almost a year to the day, since the childrens aid workers came to take her away. When she was taken her mom was addicted to crack, pulled in by the streets and not looking back. Mom hustles the streets, living blast to blast, hoping this will help her forget her past. But now her heart is filled with sorrow, "don't worry honey ill clean up tomorrow." Tomorrows come and go but she stays on the street, the drug that's too hard to beat. Then it happens a sign from the gods, something makes her defy all the odds. Her boyfriend arrested sent off to jail, won't be a while til he can get bail. Now the light goes off in her head, she realizes that the street will soon make her dead. She leaves downtown and rebuilds her life, she can't believe why she caused all this strife. After a few weeks she gets a visit supervised, and she changes herself seeing her kids eyes. She goes back to school and gets her own place, help from family and friends she rehabilitates. Her boyfriend from prison promises her the world, says when he gets out it will be them and her girl. 7 months go by her man gets out of jail, now this is not the end of the tale. Now the little girl stares at the door, which I'm sure she's done many times before. Todays the day, ribbons in her hair, pretty pink dress her mom will soon be there. She hears the door handle and yells "Mommy", door opens its not what she expected to see. The lady walks in sad look on her face. The young girl knows she won't be leaving this place. "Sorry honey, mommy can't make it today", "Why? Where is she? What did she say?" Her mom sits in the crackhouse, drugs in her hand, staring across the table at her freshly released man. "Does anyone have a pipe I can borrow?" "Don't worry honey ill clean up tomorrow!"