3.12.2008

Unavoidably Detained

I'm in a CPS mediation - trying to work out custody and visitation in a case with some unusual facts. I'm court appointed to represent the mother. Not good times.

But I get to read the bulletin board during down time.

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

That bulletin board message is pure gold.

I hope in your work today that the best outcome will be for the children. When the ties of family break, the kids suffer.

Jarhead said...

"I am Jane's raging bile duct..."

Anonymous said...

WOW, after reading that poem I am completely reformed. Thank you Barry

Anonymous said...

meth is sure nuf some wicked stuff.

Anonymous said...

This was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to meth. She wrote this while in jail. As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but, true to her story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long after, with the needle still in her arm.

I googled it. :)

Anonymous said...

Then I went to snopes.com and they said it wasn't true... lol.

Anonymous said...

I wish you would get a clear, full copy so I could print it for my kids and grandbabies. What an impact it could have if the right person read it before they tried it and maybe even after. You did good with this one and there wasn't even a scantly clad woman in the picture.

Anonymous said...

Picking a public defender, who idolizes teachers having sex with minors, to represent the mom in a CPS case is "PURE GOLD".

Anonymous said...

Too bad that poster is plastered in the courthouse to be seen by meth users on their way to sentencing. Kinda late for the wisdom but scrambled brains wouldn't get it anyhow. The words should be posted in every school, church, public building everywhere.

Anonymous said...

Google for a clear copy:
I am Meth
I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I'm easily found,
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 like 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.
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.

Anonymous said...

Anon 8:17

AMEN!

Anonymous said...

I'm glad you liked the poem, I did too. I put it on the bulletin board when one of my CPS clients brought it to me from Rehab.

It's a sad thing when Meth is the reason the majority of children are in our foster care system!

Anonymous said...

He isn't "picked" to represent the mom, he is appointed by the judge.