(Note: This is not about me. I accepted a poetry challenge from a friend through someone else’s story. The one given to me is about a young woman who grew up in poverty and with lack of (or limited) educational opportunities. She grew up and married a man who turned out to be a drug-dealer.
When he fled, she was left with his stash and got arrested by the police – pregnant with her third child. Her other two had to be taken care of by grandparents. The husband had been a fugitive for a while, until caught by the police using drugs. He was with another woman a that time, not caring about the wife who had sacrificed for him.
When the woman learned about her husband’s affair, she changed her statement and decided to work with the police in incriminating her husband.)
I’ve been taught wrong
since I was young
