StubbornA Poem by pinhead07Drugs provide me warmth. Sorrow into joy is transformed. Just another scum in a slum. To the drugs I did succumb. Outside by people I'm swarmed. People out to make reforms. They don't care if I live or die. To be stupefied this world I will defy. More of the cops; people; than drugs I am terrified. Why do they not want me to be gratified? Maybe their hate will subside. Maybe they will all be pacified. Hope it's not by my death. The fear, beatings, they do nothing but dehumanize. I do not want to be edified. An agoraphobic, their damn methods left me scarified. They think they're reformers. It's their pride. That is what causes divide. Let us just agree, we all need to be plain detoxified. I'm too sick to fight these people that deride. It has been too long since someone looked at me and returned a smile. We are, after all, different, but still alike.
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