Here is the complete poem as written by Delaney:Delaney was a young woman that has died, this is a powerful poem she left behind. It has touched many people. The poem, demonstrates her struggle with a heroin addiction, it was included by her mother in her obituary (so much traffic the online version she posted crashed on Friday) after she found it in her daughter’s journal.
“Funny, I don’t remember no good dope days. I remember walking for miles in a dope fiend haze. I remember sleeping in houses that had no electric. I remember being called a junkie, but I couldn’t accept it. I remember hanging out in abandos that were empty and dark. I remember shooting up in the bathroom and falling out at the park. I remember nodding out in front of my sisters kid. I remember not remembering half of the things that I did. I remember the dope man’s time frame, just ten more minutes. I remember those days being so sick that I just wanted to end it. I remember the birthdays and holiday celebrations. All the things I missed during my incarceration. I remember overdosing on my bedroom floor. I remember my sisters cry and my dad having to break down the door. I remember the look on his face when I opened my eyes, thinking today was the day that his baby had died. I remember blaming myself when my mom decided to leave. I remember the guilt I felt in my chest making it hard to breathe. I remember caring so much but not knowing how to show it. and I know to this day that she probably don’t even know it. I remember feeling like I lost all hope. I remember giving up my body for the next bag of dope. I remember only causing pain, destruction and harm. I remember the track marks the needles left on my arm. I remember watching the slow break up of my home. I remember thinking my family would be better off if I just left them alone. I remember looking in the mirror at my sickly completion. I remember not recognizing myself in my own Damn reflection. I remember constantly obsessing over my next score but what I remember most is getting down on my knees and asking God to save me cuz I don’t want to do this no more !!! “
Author: Phenomenal 13
My Country tis of thee
Almost every single time it happens, I think somehow the good people of the United States are going to wake up and say, we are not going to tolerate it. Given the history we have with the “Negroes, Blacks, African-Americans” of this country. We are going to be better, we are going to do better. This beloved country has evolved, we voted in a Black President and the world rejoiced with us! And yet… it continues, the rapes of children, the bombings of the churches, the beatings and the blatant contempt for these people, my people is never ending. It continues…from Emmett to Trayvon, from Megar to Garner this ish continues. And now it’s dressed up in “probable cause.”