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By Matthew F., Canton, MA
Freewheelin', gut feelin', can't get a job;
Riches ditch the beggars when you're lookin' like a slob.
Break your back, can't relax, kids have gotta eat;
Trampin' through the camper trash lookin' for some meat.
Abandoned by your husband, need a place to stay;
Steal for cash before you crash, suffer through the day.
Dreams to be a dancer, needs an easy answer;
Dealin' drugs for the thugs , quick cash enhancer.
Room and board drug lord, made it to the top;
Saved her babies from the eighties, now she can't stop.
Addicted and convicted, now a victim on crack;
Babies in a foster home, can't get Aem back.
Five to ten in the pen, whatcha gonna do?
Just another family from the crime ghetto zoo.
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
Angie R. Man that was great ,I am adopted and My parents are foster parents and I have met many babys and kids whos parents had no other choice but to give up there kids because thet had been sucked in to the whole crack thing it really sucks to hear about it .That was a great poem ...I loved it
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