Falling Queen Poem by Doug Swazy Flakes

there once was a girl in the place of the ghetto looking all roguish but yet she could be a model lush from top to bottom only thing was she from a family with drama
she's a good kid and not a baby momma
no friends to call for help if needed
but she prayed to god and always pleaded
this girl was a princess ready to be released
when she gets older she deserves her crown of a queen
shawty knows nothing of her future she husbands a don
and better yet she can wait 9 months and have a child so she can be called mom
but then has that doubt like her husband was raw
so she 5 months pregnant she started a new flaw
addiction to the drugs and all that she need no man or no child
she thought drugs made her life complete addition to that meth
behind those shutter doors she wanted to hold her breath
she couldn't even eat so weak so weak she forgot about the baby
the baby's dead the baby's dead it was pumping through her head
she didn't know what to do with so much pressure so she laid in bed
thinking that the glass was an option so she can get a new fix
but she was at a big risk
playing god like she knew that this was it
picking up the bits
she can't take it no more no more of reality
so she goes for a nice trip to the nuce and pipe busts in the throat
she finally lost hope no more family, drug addiction to the dope
no more prayers any more no beauty no love and no life