Into the Sea
If I could change one thing
I wouldn’t feed the hungry kids
Or make homelessness a myth
As selfish as that may seem
I would take the bottle from my father’s hand
The needle from my uncle’s arm
The crack pipe from my brother’s lips
The cloud from my family’s mind
I’d take the things that took my voice and safety
The drugs and booze ever present in my life
And throw them in the Sea