A Drug Called Crack

There’s a drug called crack that’s attacking and killing our children. This drug has taken us back to slavery. The plantation is now the streets! Instead of picking cotton we are selling and doing drugs and killing each other faster than any plantation owner ever could. Instead of having our babies sold away from us, we are giving them away. Grandma is tired of raising your children!

There is hardly a family that hasn’t been affected by drugs, including mine. My beautiful Black children, why are you falling right into the plantation owner’s hands? You live fast and die young; taking away all the future beautiful Black children that could be born of you. STOP KILLING EACH OTHER.

There is hope; there is peace. Education is part of the answer; you are the other part.

Maple