Drugs and family
when i was young and just a little girl,
i wondered and wondered why daddy wasn't in my world.
sitting in my room feeling all sad and blue,
asking myself what did mommy and i do.
i hoped over and over that i could see his face,
trying to become a goddess, trying to freeze time and place.
sometimes i even tried to turn back the hands of times,
because when i think about it he hadn't given us a single dime.
i asked impatiently, "Mommy, why is daddy not here with us,"
as tears came to her eyes and a shiver in her voice.
she looked up at me in tears as i accepted her hugs,
then she tells me that my daddy was on drugs.
at that age i didn't understand, i didn't know what that was.
i asked mom curiously, "what is the word DRUG."
she said to me "it's this thing
that makes you do stupid stuff."
"makes you desert your family, friends,
and people who you love so much."
i asked mommy "is drugs a good thing or is it bad",
she replied, "drugs is the worst disease you can ever have."
so if you want to be a good person
and show people the love that's in your heart.
take it from a sister who knows,
DRUGS are not the way to start.
be a good person, set yourself free and always remember
DRUG FREE IS THE WAY TO BE...
