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Horse of a Different Color

Tuesday, 25 February 2014 09:57 By Gabriella Callender, SpeakOut | Poem

Here’s the completed outpouring of my emotions that will never really be complete. This is dedicated to Philip, Whitney, Lou , ALL the addicts in Kings Park, in Jamaica, Queens, who I transported methadone to (in a paper bag) when I was six years old. To all the addicts at the Sutphin Boulevard methadone clinic who gave me their best gangsta heroin lean and smile when I went there, as a little girl, with my sister to get her “medicine”. To my sister Lorraine who is no longer with us, and to my brothers who are still using, and really, to all of us addicts of an American system of abuse and misuse. This is for you/ us/ them."

Horse of A Different Color by Gabriella Callender

When we are not injecting heroin 
Then we are snorting cocaine 
When we are not snorting cocaine 
Then, we are smoking crack, or Crystal meth
When we are not smoking crack or Crystal meth
Then, we are popping pills
When we are not popping pills
Then, we are drinking alcohol
When we are not drinking alcohol
Then, we are eating sugar
When we are not eating sugar 
Then, we are glued to our mobile device, computer screen or television 
sometimes 
All 
At 
the 
Same 
Time.
When we are not glued to our mobile device, computer screen or television
Then.
Then.
then
We are sleeping.
Talking to each other should not be a result of a coke induced all night get together.
There should be rehab centers for people who are addicted to disassociation, compartmentalization and straight up lies.
This country is in a methadone haze of disconnect, a fix, trying to fix a fix that can never be fixed. 
Not with no fix, anyway.
To the pusher called American Capitalism, I see you. 
I see that stolen eagle feather perched in the side of your red, white and blue velvet pimp hat.

Loud, fake polyester threads hidden underneath your fiber of skin. 
There are no more places for you to hide.
The dust is everywhere
Your processed white powder has been cooked, smoked, inhaled and injected across all of America the not so very beautiful.
The land of the ME and the home of the slave.

This article is a Truthout original.

Gabriella Callender

Gabriella Callender is a singer, songwriter, poet and musical director of the all woman performance ensemble Mahina Movement. Gabriella grew up on the border of St. Albans and Hollis, Queens and is currently working on her first book of poems about addiction in America entitled, I Stay High. You can find her at Gabriellacallender.com or Mahinamovement.com
 


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Horse of a Different Color

Tuesday, 25 February 2014 09:57 By Gabriella Callender, SpeakOut | Poem

Here’s the completed outpouring of my emotions that will never really be complete. This is dedicated to Philip, Whitney, Lou , ALL the addicts in Kings Park, in Jamaica, Queens, who I transported methadone to (in a paper bag) when I was six years old. To all the addicts at the Sutphin Boulevard methadone clinic who gave me their best gangsta heroin lean and smile when I went there, as a little girl, with my sister to get her “medicine”. To my sister Lorraine who is no longer with us, and to my brothers who are still using, and really, to all of us addicts of an American system of abuse and misuse. This is for you/ us/ them."

Horse of A Different Color by Gabriella Callender

When we are not injecting heroin 
Then we are snorting cocaine 
When we are not snorting cocaine 
Then, we are smoking crack, or Crystal meth
When we are not smoking crack or Crystal meth
Then, we are popping pills
When we are not popping pills
Then, we are drinking alcohol
When we are not drinking alcohol
Then, we are eating sugar
When we are not eating sugar 
Then, we are glued to our mobile device, computer screen or television 
sometimes 
All 
At 
the 
Same 
Time.
When we are not glued to our mobile device, computer screen or television
Then.
Then.
then
We are sleeping.
Talking to each other should not be a result of a coke induced all night get together.
There should be rehab centers for people who are addicted to disassociation, compartmentalization and straight up lies.
This country is in a methadone haze of disconnect, a fix, trying to fix a fix that can never be fixed. 
Not with no fix, anyway.
To the pusher called American Capitalism, I see you. 
I see that stolen eagle feather perched in the side of your red, white and blue velvet pimp hat.

Loud, fake polyester threads hidden underneath your fiber of skin. 
There are no more places for you to hide.
The dust is everywhere
Your processed white powder has been cooked, smoked, inhaled and injected across all of America the not so very beautiful.
The land of the ME and the home of the slave.

This article is a Truthout original.

Gabriella Callender

Gabriella Callender is a singer, songwriter, poet and musical director of the all woman performance ensemble Mahina Movement. Gabriella grew up on the border of St. Albans and Hollis, Queens and is currently working on her first book of poems about addiction in America entitled, I Stay High. You can find her at Gabriellacallender.com or Mahinamovement.com
 


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