Drug Abuse Poem

I love my parents.

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My name is Fiona. I'm a mother of two. You didn't care what you were about to do... You took away loads a memories of times in my life. You took away the way I viewed myself. You put me...

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My Parents

Published by Family Friend Poems June 2009 with permission of the Author.

I'm lucky that I have the parents that I do.
You would be lucky if you had them too.
They don't have a lot of money because they spend too much on me.
They can now barely afford the Toronto parking fee.
I have nice swagg, a full hockey bag, a full backpack,
but now style and money is something my parents lack.

As I grow up it gets a lot worse, I wish I could beat this teenager curse.
Instead of style and hockey stuff, the things I spend their money on are a little more rough.
My parents are in need because what I spend their money on is alcohol and weed.

I start to skip too much school; they tell me I should stop trying to look so cool.
But that's not why I don't go; school is the opposite of my friend, it's a foe.
It's not what I'm good at, all I do there is get in fights and call the teachers dumb and fat.

My parents no longer will give me their cash, so the walls in my room I bash.
The weed I told them I got rid of it; they found some the next day and threw a huge fit.
No more money for me, not even a little bit; I tell them this is bullshit.

I lay in my bed that night and wonder why all I want to do is get high or fight.
I turn on my light so that it's shining bright, and my mind takes flight.
Tears come to my eyes as I realize that I'm losing the people who will always love me most,
I feel like I'm being haunted and it's by an evil ghost.

The next day I go to every class, and run home fast to get all of my stuff, and stop acting so tough.
My parents had it rough, and I thought being cool made me buff,
so I traded all my things, including my clothes that gave me style,
the phone that had the drug dealers' numbers I used to dial,
and my full knapsack to get all of the money back, 3000 dollars I got,
I could have bought myself a robot,
but instead I paid the bills;
it felt like I had just got to the top of one of the biggest hills.
The smile on my mom and dad's face
made me feel like I was no longer a disgrace.

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by Cheryl Brooklyn
5 years ago

I loved it all. The way you strung the word together to form the story in a narrative poem. The way you related one thought to the other and in the end captured the bigger picture. The theme that revolves around it touched me deeply as I have gone through it as well but with a different storyline. The ending was well-thought out and tied everything together just right.

by Fiona Conlon
6 years ago

My name is Fiona. I'm a mother of two. You didn't care what you were about to do...

You took away loads a memories of times in my life. You took away the way I viewed myself. You put me into stress. You taught me how to steal and lie and fooled me for a while. I didn't really know you I didn't even know I was ill. It took someone else to tell me the sickness was not a flu. Then you real showed yourself. HEROIN, it was you. You changed so many peoples life's, and not in a good way. I'm ready to tell you, Heroin, it's time for you to go...I know I'll often think of you. I've been through this door, but this time when it's closed forevermore.

by Kim Goff
11 years ago

My (almost 18) year old daughter read this yesterday and cried. She was a sophomore at an elite public school and made the varsity cheer squad. Junior year she started on her down hill and became the "poster girl for weed". She really liked it. We fought for a year, but started calling the police. Today she is almost through an 8 week in patient program and realizes she has an addiction issue. Not sure if you do or not, sounds like you got your arms around it sooner than she did, but wanted you to know it touched her to tears. She gets to come home on a day pass Thanksgiving and then for good on Dec. 7th. She has goals of graduating from college and will finish her senior year at an at risk high school. Very different from what we thought, but if this is the end of this addiction road, I'm okay with it. Thank you for your poem. I printed it and put it on her vanity. Good luck to you and your family.