The cops have capured just another simple drug addict mule
Her skinny ragged body shivers fearfully in the high afternoon sun
The handcuffs on her wrist melting off
A black lace purse is on the hood of the cop car
With its contents scattered out
A crack pipe, syringes and a fresh baggy of rock cocaine
Like a wild animal in a hunter’s trap
She shivers fearfully for her ragged life
Not because she is going to jail
She’II be released in the morning with a court date
She shivers fearfully
Looking across the street at the
Untouchable drug dealers
That gave her the fresh baggy of drugs to hold on to
They inturn look back at her like hungry wolves
She’II be lucky if they just beat on her in that dirty third world hotel room of hers
Praying that they won’t strip her naked and throw her backwards out the window
With her running shoes being tossed out twenty seconds later.
For Ashley Machishinic.
Copyright © 2015 by Henry Doyle
Published in the Megaphone, Vancouver’s street paper, Issue 67. November 26. 2010.
Published in the Carnegie Newsletter, January 15, 2011.
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