You picked a dollar to be your daughter
The dope to be your friend
The needle as your god
Stripping pain beneath the vein
Screaming Hail Mary through the roof
So the lord can bail you out .
Nina Simone on the radio
Saying black bird is your name.
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Author:
Curls (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Bad habits
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
This is a tense read, and the pain shows.
Best regards.
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