Ain't Changed

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Ain't Changed

 

TO MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS, SHIT AIN'T CHANGED. JUST BECAUSE YOUR IN RECOVERY THE WORLD WASN'T REARRANGED.  THE DEALERS AND PUSHERS SELLING THEIR SHIT, YELLING OUNCES, BUNDLES DIMES AND NICKS.

THE CHURCH DOORS ARE LOCKED, THE HOSPITALS ARE FULL.  OUR CHILDREN ARE PACKING THINKING THE LIFESTYLE IS COOL.  JAILS OVERCROWDED, CEMETERIES ARE PACKED.  MOTHERS HAVING BABIES ADDICTED TO HEROIN AND CRACK.

BABIES HAVING BABIES, NEWBORNS DYING OF AIDS.  MOTHERS AND FATHERS DIGGING THEIR CHILDRENS GRAVES.  WE HAVE TO STAY SOBER SO OUR FOUNDATION IS STRONG, IF WE LOSE OUR GRIP RECOVERY WON'T BE LONG.

 

LIFE LESSONS COME FROM OTHERS EXPERIENCE, EACH ONE TEACH ONE.  POEM BY SAMANTHA

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Dweebette4lks commented on Ain't Changed

03-24-2010

That is very true but we can only try and help the people that our in the rooms of recovery One day at a time.

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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