Her Choice
Third floor over west lookin out the window Watching the lines form corner to corner for that dope
In those lines use to be my mother giving her last just to get through her day just so she could cope
Eight Ball a day blew her mind away But,her daughter still had hope
I didn’t get to see or talk to her much
When I did it was short but such an emotional rush
People don’t realize the levels to the highs
Until you are the one next to the hospital bed as they take their last breath and your crying Goodbye
I knew it was always her own choice
I never once blamed it on the coke boys
It was still her request ,his money,her voice
Her body,her choice
Pawned everything valuable,Even her children’s toys
How could her children have any joy
Twelve felonies by the time I was seven
Her choice lost her time with her children now she is peacefully in heaven..
I always wondered what life would of been like if only she never turned to drugs to numb all of her pain within
Would I still have a family here especially my sibling.
Copyright © Life Of Lou Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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