Not a blessing

I'm not a blessing I'm a curse. I'm not a good person. I'm a drug dealer. I supply you with the poison that numbs you and keeps you from your family. I'm not a blessing im a curse. I divides families and I feed on your fears. I crave to control you all in the most sadistic ways. I'm not a blessing I'm a curse. The more I sell the more my head will swell. I climbed the ladder so fast it made me dizzy. I'm not a blessing I'm a curse. Money, trades, power, control it's my ecstasy. Sometimes it's even better than sex. I'm not a blessing I'm a curse. All I have to do is shake a bag and your all mine. My perfect lil tweaked out puppet you'll be. I'm not a blessing I'm a curse. I'll have you jumping every hoop I put in front of you with your first taste. From that point on you'll worship me like God. I'm not a blessing I'm a curse.

L. Mack

1/2/22

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A very dark piece. It reminds me of one of my uncles who would sell drugs from cocaine to Marijuana as well as uppers. He passed away a few years back from hepatitis that he got from sharing needles. It was sad to see him waste away but those were the choices he made unfortunately. I feel bad for the many lives he effected by doing what he did and adding to their addiction. It is such a vile and evil disease to have. Addiction rots you slowly from the inside until there is nothing left of you. Thank you for sharing your poem.