familiar faces
By m glenn
Familiar Faces She’s the mother of two angels She looks good in black. Has a 200 $ a day crack habit And sleeps with Benjamin Franklin. Hangs out on the streets at night. Can’t keep her ass out of jail. Her mother told her there would be Days like this, there’d be years like this. Her medicaid card can get her valium. Her welfare card can get her high. Her S.S. card can get 50 bucks If somebody is willing to be her. Her hair smells like sweat and fear. Her face looks like someone familiar To at least one out of ten people. It should though, she went to school Around the corner with most of them. There are needle scars and John scars And crack pipe burns and dirty nails And not all her clothes have holes. Her two angels are upstate somewhere. Living the good life with someone else. She could be anybody’s daughter But she’s mine, And I drive on by. Written October 9th, 2001 © on Oct 08 2001 05:53 PM PST 0 • 10
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