This is a story

About a girl I knew

From way back when

She use to hide

Unda the shadow

While she was

Tricking with men

Got her wisdom

From her mother

Who was more

Like a friend

We follow grace from beginning to end…

You see, Grace was kinda timid

When she was in Jr. High

She usta get laughed at and picked on

Everyday she would cry

She comes home with rocks in her shoes

From her heartless peers

But she wouldn’t stop going to school

She fought through her worst fears

You see, Grace was never looked at

By any of the boys either

She was the one they went to for hand jobs

Or blow jobs up under the bleachers.

After awhile the boys would reach in they pocket

And pull out some change

And say here,

Don’t tell no one what we did here today

They’d throw it at her

And it would land in the dried up cum stains

And she’d zip her pants up

Pick the change up

And be on her way.

These words could melt the paper

With the tip of my pen

We follow Grace from beginning to end

Grace discovered a “goldmine”

Wrapped up in her pants

And it often led to thousands of dollars

Clinched tightly in her hands

She would also discover

That most of her dreams would come true

But the price she had to pay for them

Was what made her such a fool

No one will never know

The debt of pain that she was in

Everyday she’d hit the pipe trying to free the little pieces

Of her still held in captivity because of her sin

She’d get higher and higher

Hoping to touch the foot of the gate

But every time she’d just black out

And her heart would continue to ache

These words could melt the paper

With the tip of my pen

We follow Grace from beginning to end

Now Grace would hit the streets at night

Just begging for change

Do things in nasty allies

With whatever man that would pay

Grace was neva the type

to be afraid of the PO’S

Because she would neva have a PIMP

She was a free lance HOE

Now Grace was almost thirty

When her belly started to grow

She figured maybe now even she

Would have something to live for

She sobered up at the nearest

Methadone Clinic

And she finally started something

That she wanted to finish

She had her son June 17

The next year

That’s when she got the worst news

That she ever would hear

The brand new baby

On the blanket she laid

Will live the rest of their life

Knowing that mommy gave them AIDS

Her son would suffer

All because of her sin

We follow Grace from beginning to end

A couple year had passed

And Grace had grown weak

She had these nasty sores

From her head to her feet

Now Grace would neva hardly ever

Get out of bed

And everyday her hair

Would just fall out of her head

In her last days

She had visions

Of all the men that she laid

And all the pushes

Of the IV

That were ALREADY USED

Intravenously

She wondered when and where it happened

To her?

The precise moment

When she was infected

Poor thing would have to travel back

To her very first encounter

To a boy who locked her

In a room and forced his self upon her

Who knew the trail of blood

Would travel as far and as fast as it did

Now she cries because she can’t believe

She gave AIDS to her kid

Grace,

As you drew your last breath

Who would of thought that

The mistakes of your past

Would out last you?

Swimming through the blue veins

Of your next of kin

We followed Grace from beginning to end….