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The Struggle
Existing in a world
Full of lies and deceit,
I'm broken like a record
That constantly repeats.
Day after day
It's the same routine,
I'm surrounding by nothing
But junkies and dope fiends.
Day and night
Running the streets,
Ducking and dodging
Avoiding police.
Trap house to crack house
Making our rounds,
Too worried we'll miss something
So we never lay down.
We steal and we lie
We keep getting high,
Got caught up slipping
Just trying to survive.
Headed back to county
Broke, no money for commissary
Tripped out while detoxing
So they moved me to solitary.
23 hours
7 day a week,
Unconditioned hair
Shower shoes on my feet.
I'm getting to know
This monster I've become,
Trying to figure out
What went wrong
Bridge after Bridge
So carelessly burned,
A million mistakes
And no lessons learned.
Stuck here in silence
Locked in this cage,
I stare at my calender
And mark down the days.
I long for the day
That I'll be set free,
I'm tired of the struggle
And ready for peace.
Copyright ©
Jada Gore
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