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Kensington resident’s poem warns readers about drug use

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Caution. (Graphic by Zari Tarazona)

Drew Watson is 35 years old. Raised in Kensington, he grew up with his four brothers and father. Watson had a lot of free, unsupervised time, so he started rapping and writing poetry at 12 years old. Writing poetry became a hobby and outlet to help him cope with his substance use disorder. He is now in recovery. 

This poem is from the perspective of the drug methamphetamine also known as meth. In the poem, the drug is speaking to the reader and warning them, Watson said.    

Editor’s note: If you’re dealing with a substance use disorder, please check out the following resources and services from the Department of Public Health and the Department of Behavioral Health and Intellectual disAbility Services.

HI, MY NAME IS METH BUT PEOPLE CALL ME …

BY DREW WATSON

I live all around you — in schools and in town.

I live with the rich, I live with the poor,

I live down the street, and maybe next door.

I’m made in a lab, but not as you think,

I can be made under the kitchen sink.


In your child’s closet, and even in the woods,

If this scares you to death, well, it certainly should.

I have many names, but there’s one you know best.

I’m sure you’ve heard of me. My name is crystal meth.


My power is awesome. Try me, you’ll see.

But if you do, you may never break free.

Just try me once, and I might let you go,

But try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.


When I possess you, you’ll steal, and you’ll lie.

You do what you have to — just to get high.

The crimes you’ll commit for my narcotic charms

Will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms, your lungs, your nose.


You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad.

When you see their tears, you should feel sad.

But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised.

I’ll be your conscience; I’ll teach you my ways.


I take kids from parents and parents from kids.

I turn people from God and separate friends.

I’ll take everything from you, your looks, and your pride.

I’ll be with you always — right by your side.


You’ll give up everything — your family, your home,

Your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.

I’ll take and take, till you have nothing more to give

When I’m finished with you, you’ll be lucky to live.


If you try me be warned — this is no game.

If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.

I’ll ravish your body; I’ll control your mind;

I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.


The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed,

The voices you’ll hear, from inside your head.

The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see,

I want you to know these are all gifts from me.


But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart

That you are mine, and we shall not part.

You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do,

But you came to me, not I to you.


You knew this would happen, many times you were told,

But you challenged my power and chose to be bold.

You could have said no, and just walked away.

If you could live that day over, now what would you say?


I’ll be your master. You will be my slave.

I’ll even go with you when you go to your grave.

Now that you have met me, what will you do?

Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.


I can bring you more misery than words can tell.

Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.


Editors: Zari Tarazona / Designer: Henry Savage

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