at home
the cannabis in her room was her glory
she loved them like a love story
when her mother came and checked
all there was to expect
was a red eyed girl
watching with wonder at the world
her voice is unheard and she closed the door on her little girl
the green plant is all she has to love
she coughed at the way her tears rolled from her cheeks
YOU ARE READING
cigarettes and cannabis
Poetryshe sat in the back of the class with cigarettes in her backpack
