Mother
By CarlIVPoetry
Prostitutions resolution found in a rock she could'nt throw. Constantly looking down on a life while shooting up. Struggling to breathe, yet, finds ease with the blow. Seeing everthing in slow motion on speed. A priceless show of love for fifty dollars. City owned concrete known as her corner. Going to work and never punching in. Always punched out without a timecard. You filled me with contradiction... you also gave me life... and in that I must love you. Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 05:16 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Prostitutions resolution found in a rock she could'nt throw...."