Walking down the street
a crackhead at my feet
"Ayeoo" he says "got any samples for free?"
I say "nay"
"U want this shit u gotta pay"
All the sorrow for him I feel
Where is his daily meal
The closer I look
The more I am shook
He opens like a book
And now I am hooked
After I hear his story
I am starting to see
The man I am looking at is actually me
In front of the mirror I stop and I stare
Then glance at my arm
And a needle is thereOk boomer
From kiarah and lilsplat

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poems for the broken :'( 💔
PoetryA collection of poetry by kiarah and lil splat. pls no stealing -18+ only -sexually explicit -contains drug abuse