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and NOW her KITTEN'S right EYE just fell out, that cannot be GOOD

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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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