Poetic Justice

Its almost summer but yet the world's cold ,If you are a pregnant 15-year old ,She was sweet, quiet as a mouse ,But when her parents found out, she was kicked out the house ,Now her boyfriend's upset, furious and mad ,Because he found out he's gonna be a dad ,Now he's walking around the world with a frown ,Then he says the baby isn't his, and then he skips town ,So she turns to the masjid seeking what to do ,But the Imam says "we don't help sinners like you" ,She has so many questions and not enough answers ,Bad news keeps coming, her grandma died because of cancer ,Feeling abandon and no one to show her love ,She turns to a life filled with drugs
Cocaine, PCP, Heroine… yeah she developed a habit ,I think it is an understatement to call her an addict ,She loved getting high, it would put her in a daze ,She started sharing needles, so now she has AIDS ,This girl would get high to laugh away her pain it would seem ,But I don't find the humor at dying at 15 ,The doctors did their best, they did all they could do ,But there was no hope, the baby died too ,Now this isn't a story about Mary Ann or Suzie Q ,This is about a Muslim girl that looks just like you ,This poem isn't made to make you mad but to make you think ,This is poetic juice for your mind to drink ,If you see this girl drowning, help her before she sinks

Mukhtar Mohamed
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