Relapse Poem by Ahtivah Lawton

My relapse is the brown skin...brohawk,6 feet bogus guy, who really isnt my type - and i dont love but I want and like him - why? ? ?

HE IS MY RELAPSE..needing the satisfaction and the calming relaxation of my nerves, because if I dont get my drug I become an unwanty junky...beginning to beg for change and for food since im hungry...putting myself in the industry of prostitution that i risk getting raped....getting serious migrane headaches and developing the shakes.

HE IS MY RELAPSE...using the method of deception......being real good to me when i need a hit and then making me be real heartless leaving me a real nice tip slapping and calling me nothing but a b****

HE IS MY RELAPSE - doing real good one day not needing no chemical and physical reaction, not sniffing, dipping, smoking or shooting up any of his BS hit and miss action

But then i began to have the shakes...adding him to my AIM dates..having temper tantrums, spazes, unwanted physical actions, flashback of my relapse, although i kno its temporarily I feel his warmth and calmness of my drug now..im under his dirt rug now cant get clean from him anyhow

Because he is my relapse....brown skin, brohawk,6 feet bogus guy who really isnt my type...and I always take him back....becuase HE IS MY RELAPSE!