Drugs
i am only two years old
why can,t mommy see
everything she,s doing
is really hurting me.
the cops came for her late last night
she was doing drugs
you know that was not right
now who will tuck me in, and read
me stories at night
who will give me kisses and
tell me it,s alright
who will be there for me
and make nightmares go away.
it won,t be my mommy because
she,s in jail to stay.
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