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Lift Them Up (Spoken Word)

Contributed by nightwolf on Saturday, 30th December 2017 @ 03:56:08 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse






Times are wild;
We don/'/t have to go to the streets because the streets come to us.
Meth, heroine, cocaine and ecstasy on every corner,
in every pocket.

The prevalence of narcotics is astonashing
So easy for our children to fall into and almost impossible to come out of.
Every day someone new is struggling with dependency,
falling into the void that will consume them for the rest of their lives;
never finding their way out because no one will lift them up.

Instead we brand them with the label "addict" and tell them that/'/s all they will ever be.
We hypocritically teach our children that no one should have to live with a label, but then teach the fallen to call themselves addicts for the rest of their lives.

Am i the only one who can see how this might tie in with the patterns of relapse?

If a man is told that he is worthless his entire life, he will believe he is worthless.
If a woman is told that she is a whore her entire life, she will believe it.
Why would we tell anyone that they will always be addicted and think that it would help them?
The truth is that when we give someone a label such as "addict", we only degrade this person.

So what is the solution?

Rather than assigning a label to these individuals, we need a new method that will encourage them.
A method that will lift them up rather than push them down to a lower level of existence.

I think about crystal every day.
I dream of twisting glass every night.
My cravings kill me with relentless anxiety but I am still sober.
I am still getting better every day.

Because someone lifted me up,
instead of branding me with a label.




Copyright © nightwolf ... [ 2017-12-30 15:56:08]
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Re: Lift Them Up (Spoken Word) (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Monday, 1st January 2018 @ 02:45:31 AM AEST
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Read this a couple of times,
very good and insightful....


Re: Lift Them Up (Spoken Word) (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 1st January 2018 @ 05:00:43 AM AEST
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I think to be human is to be partly animal
yet halfway hung with a label pressed upon
or lips given a drug, a drug that hits hard
and knows no remorse as if that was all we
were or all we are now, and who is to blame
but the blame is not enough to save a life

twisting away far from who so many should
admit, I know, they do not all know, how
hard it is to fight what is truly a disease

but you stay, you stay
long enough to finally breath
as who you are born to be

in this world, and you will make a difference
you will.

and remember to lift somebody up.
I/'/m sure you will.

God Speed!

Times are wild, and the wilderness is true.

Peace!




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