54 733A Poem by Chanel RichardsonmorphineYou are small You are white You put up no fight As you slid down my throat making yourself at home You helped me forget But in the end You make everything fall And descend You had no intention on doing what you did As I’ll look back saying “I was only a kid” It hurts to picture myself going down that path again As most probably thought “It’s just another teenage trend” It’s a memory that will haunt me throughout all my years Never having anything to do with the ones known as “peers” It was me, my fault, my mistake, my lie, Looking back upon the days makes me want to cry © 2017 Chanel RichardsonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChanel RichardsonLas Vegas, NVAbout19 years young and looking to be inspired. I need to find out who I am and what I want to do, that's what brought me here. more..Writing
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