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⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to substance abuse⚠️
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Oh mama,
won’t ya go to bed?
See I’m needing my fix–
a little shot of something
strong
to make all the
itty
bitty
baddie
thoughts go away.
You've got to sleep,
mama
cuz if you don’t,
then I won’t--
cuz you’re blocking my way to
the liquor cabinet,
mama.
Don’t ya love me,
mama?
Don't ya want what's
best
for me,
Mama?
Go to bed--
Go to bed mama!
Your baby girl's feeling
sad.
Your baby girl needs her pacifier–
her binky doused in moonshine
to lull her unconscious—
to lovely
Bacardi dreams.
Just--
go
to
bed,
mama.
You asleep yet,
mama?
Mama?
I can hear you snoring now,
mama.
I'm crawling over
to the kitchen now,
mama
and you should've
baby-proofed when ya
had the chance,
mama
cuz I'm reaching
for the top shelf now,
mama.
I've learned how to walk now,
mama.
Walking
will get me where
I want to go faster
than crawling will
and I want to go to sleep too,
mama.
So
I tuck myself in
curl
my fist around the bottle
like I used to curl
my fist around your pinky finger
when I was just a babe,
mama
and
I close my eyes,
mama
and
and
and---
~
Mama?
Mama,
I can explain.
Please just listen to me,
mama!
Mama!
I thought you were asleep,
mama.
Image Source:
Drunk girl stumbling drunk through the hallway [image] Available at: https://gfycat.com/repulsivetautbluewhale.[Accessed 2 Feb. 2021]
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