Drunk Driving
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Swollen legs and chunks of lash glue covering my eyelids were suppose to be the problems after prom.
Instead, funeral arrangements and mournful phone calls to friends and our principal marked the day.
The night that sent yellow jots
Of light straight through your mind
The feeling that you have that things will get better
Within time
The blue tears showing signs of
Surrender and remorse
The night that sent yellow jots
Of light straight through your mind
The feeling that you have that things will get better
Within time
The blue tears showing signs of
Surrender and remorse
Red for the color of her first car that she was so ecstatic about,
For the stop sign she saw the other driver disregard,
My dad's an alcoholic,
so naturally,
I've always been afraid of him drinking and driving.
Sources say that ever 53 minutes,
someone die from a drunk driving accident.
My dad could easily have been one.
Where is what he fought and died for?
“Who?” I hear you asking.
Dedan Kimathi! The man we love to forget.
The man who turns in his unmarked grave every day,
The man screaming in his grave right now at our betrayal!
I wasn’t going to go out
That Friday night.
I know I usually do,
But I was tired,
And I didn’t feel well.
8 AM
The road is closed.
Cars come to a halt.
I hear angry drivers watching, cursing me,
But what happened wasn’t my fault.
I'm dressed in luto because she's dead
A dark mantilla adorns my head
I'm clutching flowers and wiping tears
Because I'm living in one of my worst fears
La Calavera Catrina has my niece
Let me tell you a story about drunk driving
this is the real truth there's no silver lining
Mama, where did you go?
We're playing hide and seek, and I just don't know
If you're behind the couch or under the bed.
But when I find you, my joy will show.
This five year old loves mama with her whole heart so.
If a child throws a fit in the store,
If a man drinks, drives, and wrecks,
If the rainforests are being depleted,
It's not just one time.
I know because you've said that before
"It's just one drink."
"It's just one hit."
"I promise, I could quit."
It's not fine!
So wake up!
Teeter totter
bottle of liquor
swing, swing
one simple thing
one simple choice
"Goodnight babe
I know it's late
I'm sorry I've been busy.
We'll talk in the morning"
I see you there in the back row
Laughing like a pro
But tell me is it still funny
When it’s you on the road?
When you’re the one that’s suffering
The harsh and painful blow.
Tell me is it funny
I'll only write once at 8 am,
I'll write once again at 9.
The true test comes at 10 am because I've had all I can to eat,
Including the wine.
The words are harder to understand,
The icy wind peels back your outer core
Unprotected; as you were from the moment
The contractions won and you tasted
Bitter, bloody air. You close the door.
Turn, and face the face of pity. Snarl at it.
I close my eyes and listen to your heart beat
slowly I stand on my feet
embrace your little hand in mine
Tell you my darling everything will be fine
kiss you on your little forehead
The toxic substance you consumed
The way you looked when your picture was plastered across the room
The hurt you’ve caused my mother
And now I have to sit and watch her suffer
If only I knew that day was near
That day you would whisper those golden words
If only I knew that time was close
When we would come together in complete happiness
If only I knew that moment was coming
She's just a girlfull of dreams and hopesimagination as big as texasdaddys little princess
No matter how hard I try
No matter what I do
I am always thinking of you.
No matter where I am
A man sits at a pub with the keys to his car,
Drinking and drinking he’s going too far.
He looks at the clock and it’s time to go home,
He knows that he’s drunk but he came here alone.
I am a new song
I'm different and I don't care
People may like me
Or they may not
But either way I'm going to shine
Again and again I'll show myself
Until you press stop
My words are important-
Choices shape the youth.
It might be the choice to not drink and drive,
and to see your best friend of 12 years dead in the seat next to you.
It might be the choice not to try a drug,
and disappoint your parents.
Why?
Why did this happen?
Why did this happen to me?
I kept my seat belt on, mom and dad.
I never drank beer at the party, mom and dad
I never drove home drunk, mom and dad.
Life would be unbearable without her.
Nightmares would rain down, cascading over my dreams without her.
Breathing would be cold. Stale. Harsh. Without her.
