Artist statement: The things drugs do to yo and those around you; what they make you do and how dignity, respect, and lives are lost forever. I'm against drugs, even if I understand why people do them, but there's always a way to get way from them. I want people to understand the harm not only do to themselves but those close around them and how people really see them after they've committed this mistake of drug abuse.
Poem:
“Children of the Drugs”
Drug abuse isn’t something surprising where I
live
Kids get peer pressured to do before they even get to
understand the world around them
They get sucked into fantasies no one tells them that
they’re not real
‘Til it’s too late…
Ever day families are torn apart
Parents sent to jail
And kids cry in foster homes
Because meth took mommy and daddy away
Like once on a TV. Broadcast there was this 12-year-old girl
who was taken from parents addicted to meth into a foster home and was interviewed
about what happened at home and she said, “My daddy would hit my mommy, there
would be friends over from dad who did drugs, and they would talk to me and
touch me and do things to me.”
Respect… Dignity lost because the “ bully” makes you go crazy
after withdrawal of the sensation felt… They would do anything, anything,
anything to get more… to feel that overpowering “good” vibrant sensation again.
They’ll steal, sell themselves, put their families at risk, they’ll even murder
to get it. Those family members of mine who are known to do so are shunned and
are the bad examples and nobody wants them around.
Him…rest in peace…him…
We lost him through a murder…
For involving himself in something he shouldn’t be involved…
Substances and ignorance killed him…
He was a great person, funny too…
But ignorant…
Ignorant to the fact that the things he does, the things he
consumes will get him killed…
And it did…
Those days were rough…
The media loves to lie and leave out things so no one feels
bad about it…
But I did… we all did, there was endless mourning, I heard
and saw the “careless” people cry… for the first time… His cheeks were soft yet
swollen…swollen with the ignorance that killed him… trapped in the hospital
air… I felt and still feel confused thinking he’s still here…but when I walk
around…he’s not…I felt empty and feel disappointed how the media only talked
about his bad but never all the good…
Drugs…drugs and ignorant stupidity yet stubbornness took him
away from our puzzle piece we call life…
Drug abuse may seem nothing to many but to me it’s a factor
that made me lose one too many… done…
Yeah, you’re addicted, you want more, more and more.. but
can you stop? Of course… just remember you’re not just harming yourself, you’re
harming the ones truly close to you…better now before it’s too late…just know
every drug you take that isn’t a prescribed direction by an actual doctor is a
couple steps closer to your body dumped somewhere for you to rot away…like the
others around you that are doing the same…
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Distributed to my therapist's office on Christmas Eve 2014 (will get pictures of her next to it c: )
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