Dreams

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.

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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.

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I didn’t know my dark prince

was a drug named alcohol,

carrying me away on waves of passion

to being a teenage mom.

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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.

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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.

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