The Man's Choice

by Marie S Zachary

Why did the man get started selling drugs in the first place. This poem is told from his point of view and reflects why he might have made that choice

I hate selling drugs.

I don't like it at all

I wish there was another way

It makes me feel an inch tall

But what else can I do

I have no other skills

And I need the money

Unemployment won't pay the bills

I have a son at home

He's only three year old

His mother died and left us

The money keeps us from the cold

It pays for his day care

And allows me to be home with at night

But there is something in me

That doesn't feel so right

What am I going to tell him

If I'm send down the river to jail

Well at least with the money I make from sell drugs

I can easily pay my bail.

If I could I would go to school

To make a better life for him

I just pray that he doesn't suffer

Because of my own sin

This New Years eve is good

I have made enough

To buy him some toys

And clothes and other stuff.