baby junkie

I used to be young,
but never innocent.
I was a kid: skinny and wild.
just a baby! not even born,
just a fetus.

I remember my first needle.
it looked shiny and silver;
kinda like glitter.

I copied my family.
it was easy:
like a piece of [birthday] cake
(before it turns stale
and moldy and grey)

11 years old, doing dope,
doing boys
(their souls made of cash)

I skipped most of 6th grade.
I didn't do homework.
I didn't see the point
all I was good at
was shooting up dope.