My Last Night
WE WERE AT THE DONUT SHOP BEFORE YOU SENT ME AWAY, THE NIGHT WAS STORMING AND IT WAS COLD AND GREY, THE RAIN DRIPPED BETWEEN OUR PRESSED COLD LIPS, CRYING ALL UGLY AND SHIT, THE ELECTRIC HANDS FILLED THE SKY, WE WOULD LOOK AT EACH OTHER ONE LAST TIME
WE WENT BEYOND WHAT WE WANTED,
WE EXCHANGED OUR HEARTS AND NODDED, BUT OUR STOMACHS LOST HOPE AND SO IT BECAME KNOTTED, YOU SAID YOU GOT IT,
YOUR MOM HAS CANCER, AGAIN, WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT IT, SO YOU SMOKED THAT SHIT, SO YOU FORGOT IT, AND YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME AND I FOUGHT IT.
IT’S BEEN 5 YEARS NOW, AND SHE PASSED AWAY, BUT YOUR STILL THERE WITH MS. GREY, I CAN’T TELL IF YOU’RE OKAY, BECAUSE I LEFT THAT ALL BEHIND, I’LL BE OKAY
TRAFFICKED - WAS MY LESSON
just earlier I was at a shelter, the manager told me his story how he lost it, and guess what recovery - I bought it, I couldn’t handle another night sleeping on someone’s porch, easily bought and brought with, you all never thought it, being on the streets they will find you, you ask who can help and why won’t they stop this, we all pay a price too
Damn that’s so serious, you never know how you could get there, but when you’re delirious, that how it happens; you gave me your grey sweater the night before, I had slept on the concrete of your porch, you said shhhhh they don’t want you here, I still wear it so often, I remember that journey I walked for four hours just to go somewhere familiar,
In fact a homeless man gave me his last dollars to feed me and get me on a bus to get me here so someone would believe me and he told me they wouldn’t want him to do it.
It's been some time since, Do you remember?
Since then there's been a lot of distance, would it be any of my business,
I just hope your Mom is okay I want you to know that I prayed... I hope you're all okay.
It’s been some time since, your Mom is gone and so are you.
And now I had nobody else but at least I made it through. I wonder what they now have you do.
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