I prayed to God for cocaine

By VenomPlease

As an inoccent girl I sat
Crouching behind the maroon colored sofa
Listening to their angry words echo
Off the walls of that broken home

Stuck inside
A stereotypical cliche
Of a family no more

I'm not going to lie
I held that wooden crucifix between my tiny fingers
And prayed to God that he wouldn't hit her

Then somewhere along the interestates and highways
Railroad tracks
Friends lost and days past
I grew up
As we all did
And as we all learned
The trials and tribulations
Of our daily living
Our daily bread
(which you should thank the lord for by the way)

This time as a young woman I wept
On my knees in desperation
Feeling the effects take a toll
On my broken body of systems

Stuck within
The deadly grasp of the Coca plant
That grows upon His devine earth

I'm not going to lie
I held that 14 karat crucifix between my tainted fingers
And I prayed to God for cocaine

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Published on Wednesday, December 22, 2004. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "I prayed to God for cocaine"

On Tuesday, November 21, 2017, drasticdaydreams (63) wrote:

Wow. That has an impact.
On Wednesday, November 1, 2017, Cassette (1144) wrote:

I always end up here.
On Sunday, February 7, 2016, carlosjackal (3016) wrote:

You pictured this one so clearly for us all to see and feel the atmosphere...And that last stanza is knockout.
A former member wrote: this is really that old
On Monday, October 22, 2012, MESUN (230) wrote:

Re-reading this, seven years later... all i said was "excellent write." What ignorance I displayed then. I may not be praying for cocaine, but this resonates within me, almost reaching the crumbling effect of that perfect harmonic. I hope all is well.
A former member wrote: Wow. This is an intense and powerful piece. A beautiful flow. I loved it.
A former member wrote: One time, I tried to paint the images that you conjure in my mind with this piece, only to be utterly disappointed that they cannot mirror the truth here, or the pain and desperation... that little girl hiding from angry voices in the most obvious of places... she steals away my heart, you steal away my heart and breath with this......
A former member wrote: I like how the crucifix turned to gold... sometimes shit makes too much sense to be worth a good goddamn... powerful truth.
A former member wrote: intense....A great piece of writing
On Saturday, June 14, 2008, Bluegirl (177) wrote:

Wow. Hit me like a brick on the head. Amazing.
On Saturday, August 18, 2007, Reefer_rave (146) wrote:

being grown up is never what we thought it would be.. this is wonderful
A former member wrote: this is.. impressive. nicely done.♥
A former member wrote: I still come back and read this every so often. And there's still days I pray to God for some coke, but I know that if I ever started using again I'd be dead in less than a week.
A former member wrote: "Listening to their angry words echo Off the walls of that broken home" Captivating; a story well understood. The twist even while knocking on Heaven's door (to use a cliché). Well done (I know these streets, these paths). Amen.
A former member wrote: This was so great. Im speechless.
A former member wrote: Incredible. Thats.... im just speechless. Great poem!
A former member wrote: Oh wow, You know I hate reading Religious poems, but this one caught me by suprise. Thats some crazy shit my friend
A former member wrote: mmm... intense. it's always a pleasure tracking change. this is powerful. ....-samone
On Thursday, July 27, 2006, xserratedsoulx (212) wrote:

the last stanza is chilling.
A former member wrote: Gods. Exactly the truth. You could find yourself behind a trashbin with no shoes and still pray for the next hit....this is miind blowing. ~Div.
A former member wrote: your words...they stun me. beautiful.
A former member wrote: absolutly beautiful write
On Thursday, September 15, 2005, MESUN (230) wrote:

excellent write
A former member wrote: beautifully written
On Sunday, February 13, 2005, Sticky Kitty (242) wrote:

nice loved the last stanza -kitty
On Friday, February 4, 2005, Dei (665) wrote:

im not a fan of cocain myself, but the poem was incredible. im realy impresed with this piece.
A former member wrote: thats really deep. i loved it. -.cami
On Thursday, December 23, 2004, shadowsinthelight (146) wrote:

All of your cocaine poetry keeps taking me back to the memory of the last time, lying awake on the floor, the sun rising, the mirror and the baggy, which held a quarter ounce, licked clean, my sinuses swelling, bleeding, my nerves twitching, wanting more,
On Thursday, December 23, 2004, shadowsinthelight (146) wrote:

thinking how it has changed me, my friends and a damn bird singing outside the window. I said to myself I will not feel this way ever again. Well written, thank you. S.
On Thursday, December 23, 2004, Silent Assassin (108) wrote:

Wow, I really felt the pain of this poem. Very well written all the way through.
A former member wrote: very heartfelt gripping and inriguing wonderful write.
A former member wrote: wow. that was really good
A former member wrote: I agree with Rone. Thumbs up, White!
On Wednesday, December 22, 2004, Rone4611 (123) wrote:

very heartfelt. I like how you refered everything back to God... good write
A former member wrote: heartfelt and revealing, and well done
On Wednesday, December 22, 2004, OLd SouL (732) wrote:

that temporary fix does nothing but make the scars deeper... unfortunately, I know from experience. I don't know your current situation but if you need help don't be afraid to ask for it.
On Wednesday, December 22, 2004, K_Love (525) wrote:

Damn.. just damn. I love your work and each day they get stronger. I'm speechless..*adds to favs*