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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required CHARMING AND ALARMINGLY DISARMING A seventeen year old white kid shouldn’t be in such a place And shouldn’t be in such a lady’s embrace Yet there strolled I in the darkness of desperation And all too soon it became a hazardous occupation My eyes saw the midnight moon but it mattered not I went there whether the weather was frigid or hot Strolling among people so different than me Yet the lady would not let any of us live free My eyes widened when I saw what was straight ahead A lady that could leave me comatose or dead yet a seventeen year old white kid sat on the street Craving in the cold and supplicating in the summer time’s heat A seventeen year old white boy shouldn’t be there And back then that lady filled people with fear But I needed immediate relief only she could provide As I continued to let the lady become my unholy guide All those years ago among friends I was the only one I headed for Harlem day by day while she had me on the run Searching on corners and looking in bars While a white boy in Harlem may as well have been on Mars I was a stranger meeting strangers by the score And had weapons drawn on me a hundred times or more Because no matter what was happening the lady displayed her charm And that lady, Ms. Heroin, grew more grievous with every shot in my arm © 2011.….Poefree
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