When I was little I dreamed
I would get the prince to
carry me away on a white horse
to a palace by the sea.
I would learn and study and
show the world how smart I was.
I would be a doctor or teacher
or anything to help people.
I didn’t know my dark prince
was a drug named alcohol,
carrying me away on waves of passion
to being a teenage mom.
I’m alone with only a baby and our bottles
sitting in the isolated ocean of
street life and overflowing dumpsters
numbed by alcohol and baby tears.
How did I end up in desperation here?
I dreamed the world would be mine.
I just didn’t know the world was so hard
and that I was just more trash on the street.