Janis

I was only 14 then Obsessed with all things heavy call it pica a taste for metal But as it happens to us all the tongue desires a new taste and venture I did for her I'd seen her once before and my image was that of some queen sight upon her once again I did not feel the same at best she was plain But something black like tar from deep with in her screamed something primal made her stomp her hair was flying her eyes were set pain she let go, but she was not crying she moaned she roared and it felt just like a ball and chain she sang away every affliction every pain mine and hers and I loved her from that moment I really did love her She was like a sister But more of a mentor she taught me how to feel she showed me about the blues she knew my hurt if things were different we might be friends i don't know what it is but sometimes I feel she is the closet thing I ever had to a friend we grew up near smokestacks lord did we feel trapped we we felt,we thought, we were different yet she and me so the same she knew about my acne she felt my loneliness she hated her body just as I did mine we were losers we were not compromising ourselves she was janis joplin she wore rags and drank whiskey like some vagabond queen her skin was white but her soul was black her voice was blues she was a woman among men she died too soon her music saved me perhaps from a similar doom i'd like to thank her she's the best friend I never met