I was warned of the real dangers in the world.
From the risk associated with
small pills in doggy bags,
to the instability that comes from
a bottle bought from a corner store.
But no mother or teacher
ever cautioned me of the agony
that would hit me like a bullet
from a boy with brown hair
and hands that finally made my skin
feel like it fit my heavy bones.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
I was warned of the real dangers in the world.
From the risk associated with
small pills in doggy bags,
to the instability that comes from
a bottle bought from a corner store.
But no mother or teacher
ever cautioned me of the agony
that would hit me like a bullet
from a boy with brown hair
and hands that finally made my skin
feel like it fit my heavy bones.
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