TRAGIC Poem: Origination, by Lauren Roberts

You’re going to the motherless,
Sleeping bags spread across a one-bedroom apartment,
Razor blades and prescription bottles,
Sticking two fingers down the high-school bathroom throat.

You look like a prostitute in that dress,
Seeing a kitten with a fishing hook in its stomach,
Slamming Grandma’s arm in a car door,
Ouija boards and sleeping with the closet light on.

You’re gonna end up in jail,
Stray bullets and 12 packs of Bud Light,
Girls doing cocaine in the prom dresses,
Father’s dragged away in handcuffs.

You’re mature for your age and Age doesn’t matter,
Swallowing stacks of pennies just for laughs,
I’m from PlayStations in pawn shops,
and lit cigarettes with car windows closed

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