My Whitness
A glass of whiskey for the stress put on me
another drink to ease my pain
this shot of vodka for the lies I learned
pour me one for the shame I carry
Down the drinks to forget the memories I see
Smell the alcohol on my breath
See me stumble into the darkness
Just another reason to avoid my life
Slowly slipping away from all
It is you I call to
For you are my only whitness
Down the drink
Copyright © Nastoshia Siedlecki | Year Posted 2012
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