The Song of a Broken Sorrow

The song of a broken sorrow The rhythm that doesn’t beat tomorrow The heart of a girl left unbroken The joy she gets when these words are spoken She became a woman when she was 16 Letting any and every one penetrate her because she was open wider then Niagara She begged for it, she craved it until her appetite was filled with the last person she let inside her Afterwards she would cry Not for herself but for those who will never feel what she felt, tasted what she tasted, craved what she craved…knowledge She was an honor student who turned tricks on the side Who, afforded school by selling her most intimate and private assets She wanted a college degree so bad that she’d do anything for it She worked hard in classes and studied daily But at night she made makeup cling to her face like a sweet jasmine scent to rice She made her body contort with all the clothes she wore and men she picked up To her sex was not intimate it was just a thing she was good at She started at 16 and ended at 23 when she contracted AIDS from not using condoms with her clients The “feel good” sensation turned into a life sentence Ending her career in the thing she was most successful in She continued school until she realized her money for books was nothing compared to her money for medicine She had to make a decision so she chose books But as she continued to strive for her degree her body gave up the fight It was trying to show her that her education was actually killing her Her want and need for a degree in law was the reason she turned tricks in the first place and the reason she died in her dorm room reading the law book that cost the same amount as her medication She wasn’t a friend just a girl I never want to become….