Dysfuntional
You sipped away
while my nephew
was growing in your belly
Bacardi bottles emptying
and he's not even a month
I shutter to think
how this innocent
face will turn out
Born a premature baby
into a weed house
I don't know whether
to keep my mouth shut
or if I should call child services
If they took him away would
you finally become sober
and be a real mother?
A baby born so small
a few breaths shy of normal
I pray everyday that, that liquor
you drunk wasn't harmful
Fresh from the incubator
you went out to a club
asking random men for dubs
and all I can do is shake my head
and pray that some how
some way
my nephew
escapes this insanity
unscathed
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2008
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