Just last week here in a desirable suburb of my hometown, 4 children overslept. When they realized their parents hadn’t woken them for school, one of the kids went to check on them. She found her two parents, both professionals in their 30s, dead of a drug overdose. The poem about drugs details what it’s like to be affected by addiction.
The opioid crisis is not just in our inner cities, my friends. It’s in our “nice” suburban neighborhoods, and soon it could be in our homes. In our lives, in our children’s lives. You see, so many nice, responsible parents like you and me are getting addicted to opioids after surgery or a painful accident. Dependency turns to desperation, to a need to feel the “normal” our brains have been altered to expect, to seek out more dangerous means of getting high.
AWARENESS and education is key to stopping this epidemic, especially before it trickles down to our children.
Poem About Drugs
When I saw this poem about drugs on Facebook yesterday posted by Duran Rakestraw, I knew I had to share in the hopes that we can build more awareness of this crisis. DRUGS will not treat its victims like human beings, but we must, if we want to end this. Check out the powerful words below:
“I destroy homes, tear families apart – take your children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold – the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
And if you need me, remember I’m easily found.
I live all around you, in schools and in town.
I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door.
My power is awesome – try me you’ll see.
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.
You’ll do what you have to just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit, for my narcotic charms, will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms.
You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised.
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate from friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I’ll be with you always, right by your side.
You’ll give up everything – your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and I’ll take, till you have nothing more to give.
When I’m finished with you you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned this is no game.
If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind.
I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed.
The voices you’ll hear from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see.
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do.
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen.
Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away.
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I’ll be your master; you will be my slave.
I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not?
Its all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell.
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.”
I saw this on Facebook and really felt the need to share it. I have NEVER seen a more perfect poem about drugs, written in the…