On the Wrong Side of the Road

I grew up on food stamps mainly because my mother had a drug habit

since my brother was born.

I went to public school in Sarasota, Florida where I don’t believe 

anyone ever noticed. If they did, they didn’t ask questions. We were 

absent a lot and tardy as well. No one seemed to care.

Why would a smart white girl have a bad household? One with addiction and lots of love.

Someday we will see everyone as our equal.