Poetic Justice

It’s summer but yet the world is cold, if  you’re pregnant  and 15 years old. She was sweet and quiet as a mouse. But when her parents found out, she was kicked out of the house. Now her boyfriend is upset, furious and mad, because he found out he was going to be a dad. Now he’s walking around the world with a frown. He says the baby isn’t his, then he skips town. So she turns to the church seeking what to do, but the pastor says ” We don’t help sinners, like you”. She has so many questions and not enough answers. Bad news keeps coming, her grandma died because of cancer. Feeling abandoned and no one to show her love, she turns to a life filled with drugs. Cocaine, PCP, heroin, …….. yes she developed a habit. I think it’s an understatement to call her an addict. She loved getting high, it would put her in a daze. She started sharing needles, now she has Aids. This girl would get high to laugh away her pain, it would seem. But I don’t find the humor from dying at 15. The doctors did their best, they did all they could do. But there was no hope, the baby died too. This is a story about a young girl that looks like you. This poem isn’t made to make you mad but to make you think. This is poetic juice for your mind to drink. If you see this girl drowning, help her before she sinks.  ( T.T. )