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


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