I wrote this poem almost 2 years ago from a place of anger. I was angry seeing how drugs have and continue to destroy our communities. I was even angrier with the people in my life that use and how their actions effected me and those around them. This poem chilled in my notebook. Out of sight, out of mind right? Since then, I’ve edited and added to it. Now I can spit it from a place of love instead of bitterness. Since then I’ve healed.
Damn Drugs
Just this one time
That hit you end up
Chasing a lifetime
Using up all lifelines
The wealthy made it
To profit off of
Our ghetto losses
While we wallow in debt
To chase that hit
Many soldiers have fallen
Victim to the oppressor’s poison
Now living a life of disorder
Daddies out the house
And out on the streets
Feening but can’t buy food for the week
Momma falls victim next
With the babies there to witness
Her take that hit
Kids saying I’ll never be an addict
The law of attraction works backwards
And they end up at it
How do we break up the repetition
In this viciousness
We must stop selling to our people
We must stop poisoning ourselves
–The Book of Corinthian
-Healing Painting: “Addiction”
