My Worst Fear

ONE DAY MY DAUGHTER TOLD ME,
SHE WAS HOOKED ON CRACK COCAINE,
MY WORST FEAR CAME TRUE,
AS I WONDERED WHO WAS TO BLAME.

LOOKING AT HER SKIN AND BONES,
I KNEW SHE WAS NOT LYING.
SHE SAID, THE COCAINE HAD HER HOOKED
AND THEN SHE STARTED CRYING.

SHE TOLD ME WHAT SHE DID FOR MONEY,
TO BUY THE DRUGS SHE CRAVES.
MY WORST FEAR BECAME TRUE,
AFTER THINKING THAT, I HAD IT MADE.

THEN ONE DAY WHEN SHE GOT SICK,
I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
I GAVE HER TEA, I GAVE HER SOUP,
I THOUGHT SHE HAD THE FLU.

MY WORST FEAR CAME TRUE
WHEN SHE WASN’T GETTING BETTER.
MY ONE AND ONLY LITTLE GIRL,
GONE FROM ME FOREVER.

AT HER GRAVE, IS WHERE I SIT.
SHE DIED FROM HIV;
IT ALL BEGAN WITH THAT FIRST HIT,
THAT MY DAUGHTER, GOT FROM ME.

This poem was written/submitted by LYNN HURST.

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