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Chapter 179 - Proud of It!

Don't do drugs!

Said the addict in the parking lot

I won't!

I respond from a safe distance

Cigarettes KILL

Says the neighborhood chain smoker

It's too expensive

I replied back, not even tempted

Alcohol ruins your liver…

The alky winks, grabbing another

The responsible me decides to wait

Remembering AAA meetings exist

Coffee stunts growth.

The teenage Diva said between sips

Cradling my hot cocoa

I'm kinda glad my body won't keep it down

Despite it being illegal

Shady people often propositioned

Passerby in shopping districts

And walking on the street

Not to mention the

Second hand smoke

One receives from family

Conditioned to it at home too

It's not an uncommon sight to see

Underaged kids try to taste adult drinks

Even Europe combats the 'forbidden mystery'

Allowing safe sipping at home with supervision

At Nanna's house, the grandkids

Often drank their own mugs of coffee

Concerns waved off, saying

It was a trick to stay uncaffeinated

Always that one house on every street

That houses a dealer, joined by their peeps

Hang around too long, or when their sales are down

They'll jokingly offer to sell you a gram, discreet

Classmates tried to get me on that Juul

Thought about it, but it still held no sway

I'd rather stick to transparent puffs

The ones barely seen at night, in cold times

Certain people tried to make me taste

Forcing a glass in my hands to drink

Sticking straws half filled past my lips

But I'm glad to say it never got through

My immune system, digestive tract and taste buds

All agreed to join my boycott brainwave

Smell it and I'll gag, taste it and I'll hurl

Ain't no craving spent on none of these

My carnivore preferred juicy red meats to cigs

My sweet tooth preferred cocoa over coffee and teas

My brain preferred new books over drugs

My childish side preferred milkshakes over mixed drinks

Classy or trashy I don't really care

Morally, politically, or socially beats me

That's too much going on just to be

So I do me and simply call it fair

Vowed out loud, but it was forgotten

Solemnly swore, and was written off

Made that decision before I was 7

And made good on my word, call it credit

Once I turned of age, I took my first drink

Slowly been developing my style of taste

Quite keen on Vodka, the triple shots

Others surprised my revulsion was actually commitment

Guess what though, I made it!

Made a promise and saw it through

Buzzing on an achievement high

Because fuck yeah, I'm proud of it!