Alcohol - Sex - Life

Audio is rated 18+ (SL)Not entirely related to the write-upAudio Credit: TGT (Tank, Guniwine & Tyrese)F/ Atlantic RecordsAugust 20, 2013.___________________ <h4>THE POEM</h4>We take the alcohol. First sip. With a grimace, the drink burns our throat. We try it again, our taste buds adjusting to the taste and getting used to it. At the third shot, we like It already.Isn't it the drink that burns our throat? The bitter sweet feeling.We drown ourselves in it. Our heads become heavy. It takes over our thinking. And control us. Then we fall asleep. And we awake with a pounding head, a painful cramp in the abdomen, we can't seem to stand the pain.We can't even help ourselves at times. Then after some aspirin and water. We feel better.And guess what? We go back to the alcohol again. This is not just alcohol. This is life. <blockquote>Read it again, and let it sink in. Till you get it.</blockquote> <h4>THE PLOT</h4>She was young. Too young to fully understand the things adults whispered about in corners and joked about in songs.At first, it was just curiosity. A conversation with older friends. A late-night chat. A touch that felt strange but exciting. The first time, it hurt.Not just her body. Her mind too.She went home confused, staring at the ceiling, wondering why something everyone glorified felt so heavy afterward. But then came the attention.The sweet words.The feeling of being wanted. So she tried again. This time, it felt easier.Less fear. Less guilt.Her heart slowly adjusted to the emotional burn the same way the throat adjusts to alcohol. Soon, she started mistaking temporary pleasure for love.Late-night calls became habits.Secret meetings became normal.And every time someone left her broken, she promised herself she would stop. But loneliness would come again.The need to feel seen would return.And she would go back again. Then came the tears.The silent regrets.The fear of pregnancy.The heartbreak of being used by boys who only loved her body and not her soul. Sometimes she cried alone in the bathroom so nobody would hear.Sometimes she stared at her reflection wondering when innocence quietly disappeared from her eyes. Yet after every heartbreak, after every emotional hangover, after every painful lesson…she still searched for comfort in the same thing that wounded her. Just like alcohol. The same thing that burns us… somehow becomes the thing we run back to. Because human beings are emotional creatures.We chase feelings.We crave escape.We confuse healing with distraction. This is not just alcohol.This is not just sex.This is life. <blockquote>Read it again, and let it sink in. Till you get it.</blockquote> <h4>THE PREGNANCY</h4>And then it happens. A new Life is born. And after a few years. Another cycle begins. Was it Alcohol?Was it Sex?Now this is LIFE <blockquote>Read it again, and let it sink in. Till you get it.</blockquote>

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