Forced
/On a cold winter evening
In a rundown neighborhood
An old lady was waiting
At the corner of a street
Someone approached her quietly
They exchanged glances
He gestured to her to follow him
Into the back of a building
Shakily she handed money
To the tattooed man
Who then gave her a wrapped bag
From under his coat
And quickly disappeared
Having done this coerced duty
She walked slowly down the alley
Where her ill-tempered son
Was waiting for the drug
To feed his addiction
By Shih-Fang Wang
From: United States