untitled poem | 4 January 2022 | “The crime of weed?”

The crime of weed? The illegality; 
I can't smoke a gram 
But I can smoke a carton of cigs; 
I can't have a cookie 
But I can terimissu til I puke; 
I can't float in the clouds 
But I can drown myself in booze. 

No. 
That's not really the crime; 
The true crime of weed? 
They take weed from my white hands, 
But choose chains if those hands are black; 
It's never been about health; 
Only control. 

No. 
What's truly weed's crime? 
That it turned me into a junky
Yet I still complain about injustice 
When really all I want is to get high. 
I hate myself for using justice 
To feed my addiction. 

No. 
That's not weed's crime 
It's mine; 
Stop being a coward 
And claim your demons; 
A child complains 
A man corrects.