Dark Corners
White male, 14, controlled by my father.
Forced to play sports, when my heart isn't in it.
I can't see my friends.
I can't see my Mom.
I have nobody.
I am a worthless piece of shit, he says.
I believe it.....
My grades are dropping.
I have broken multiple bones.
I will amount to nothing, he says.
I believe it.
I hate this life.
Where is an escape.....
Friends at school have a suggestion.
This small, green, inviting friend.
Smells funny...
I inhale.
Next Morning:
DEAD.
News:
White, teenage boy, 14, dies from fentanyl-laced Marijuanna.
This poem is about:
My family
My community
My country
Our world