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One Drink Won't Hurt...Will it?
by Alicia Petry, Fort Madison, Indiana, Age 13

One drink won't hurt, will it?
It's only just a cup,
I try it and then later,
That cup turns into a huge jug,
I will be okay though,
I always have before,
But this mistake is different,
There's people running into the door!
This party's turning crazy,
Or maybe it's just me,
I can't control my actions,
Why did I let this be?
I fall down, on the floor then,
As I pass out, from my mistake,
Wake up in the hospital,
It's my family...what more can I take?!
My family is emotional,
I don't really get why,
Then I finally got it,
Remembered last night, and started to cry,
I thought that I was dying,
Don't want it to be over,
I'm just a kid!
Not a tree...a little clover!
Just a few days later,
They say that I'm okay,
I thank the Lord for it,
And bow down to my knees and pray,
I thought that it was over,
As I finally went home,
I was grounded for like, ever,
But it was better than feeling alone,
A few days after that then,
Some police officers shown,
I was really, really, nervous,
They me away from home!
Now I am here writing,
This little poem that I,
That I want you to know,
To not give into peer pressure, doesn't matter if you're shy.