Somewhere Lost

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Jasen BSL Sousa. Somewhere Lost

Author’s Note:

What’s lost in the streets

My friends call me

“Can you come pick me up in Everett?” She says

She is a city tornado

For the past 10 years of her life

With at least ten years of abuse under

We park in the Walgreens

I walk to the local store,

Her glass is covered

He is finally

Have plans with my man,

I search for words

My man, the ice cream man, creeps around town

“I’m doing so good kid

Somewhere lost

A strong wind from Charlestown

He walks down unnamed streets,

He holds the stack of loot sideways, cannot

We start off at Somerville Hospital

Tonight is the first night

His thoughts are like a NASCAR speedway, race

It is a rainy Thursday night

The one Somerville streetlight

The dirt has been washed

For now, we are friends, because addiction

Because of the destructive lifestyles

My friends call me

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This is a collection of poems about my relationships with people who have struggled with substance abuse. Writing is all about point of view, and I believe I am in a unique position to tell this story, my story, and their stories. How we both deal with addiction being part of our lives, and being present in our community. Addiction is not a fault or a weakness, it is a disease, and it just so happens that many of the people I grew up with suffer from this disease.

Why do I associate myself with drug addicts, and drug dealers? It has never been like that with me. Growing up across the street from a park, and now doing all of the youth work I do, I could never ignore these people, their problems, our problems. I have known most of them since I was five or six years old. They are like an extended family to me, and you don’t turn your back on family, no matter how dirty things get.

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