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Written Thursday November 17, 2005
This poem appears on the Seventh Native American Generation (SNAG) website, a magazine for and by Native youth.
SNAG Magazine: http://www.snagmagazine.com
| This poem was written by a young Indian girl while she was in jail on drug charges. The young woman was addicted to meth. She fully grasped the horrors of the drug while she wrote this simple, profound poem.
The girl was released from jail, but, true to her story, meth owned her. She was found her dead shortly after. The needle was still in her arm — David Jaber
I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
I take your children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I’m easily found,
I live all around you –