different kinda lady

she was the prom queen

the world was hers

with a wave of her hand

whispered words

hearts broken by her abilities

addicted to the sweetness of a gentle kiss

lost in a search for something she might never find

never know if she don't try

the results will come in time

no time to smell the roses

let alone slow dance

too many bad memories of forgotten romance

she walked out slammed the door

damn him

she didn't need him

a child game she had to cloth him feed him

alone after so long gave up hope

convinced all men were abusive

undependable heathens and sold dope

mister right wasn't coming

a fact that she would have to face

she didn't have no time to waste

she had a man to raise

no man to chase

sick of living in this blasted place

no time to sit around weeping like a basket case

her son made it all worthwhile

the only man that got to see her smile

she reminisced about her lifestyle before the baby came

she did what responsible people do

she changed

she's a different kinda lady

she's not often understood

she was my best friend

my playmate

moved in next door just before the first grade

we ran foot races

climb trees

caught insects

before money and sex

powder and x

before popularity came so crucial

she had love and the feeling was mutual

we used to cut our feet barefooted in chipped glass

now we blow smoke as we skip class

new friends came

and with them came change

the pressure was all

would lil mama maintain

she began to drift away

the distance between us grew wider

didn't have to speak to me

i could see the hurt inside her

i hear the words out of her mouth

but they don't reflect what she really feel

i've seen the smile before i know it isn't real

artificial happiness

superficial friends

a nonstop whirl wind

when will it all end

her eyes roll back

she began to convulse

they searched for a heartbeat

but she had no pulse

autopsy results show she mixed powder and downers

and none of her new friends were around her

when her family found her

but a

she's a different kinda lady

she's not often understood

she was a young girl seventeen

if i recollect correctly

a baby with a baby

that baby was me

she worked everyday still it wasn't enough

world was rough

ol' girl was tough

drop me off in the morning

come back and get me in the afternoon

free spirits lost being guided by the moon

used to take me to church

try to make me a man

but hard times put drastic changes in plan

she was out there

every time she got up

she fell again

in love with a bastard

stay in and out the pen

alcoholic addict

never tried to change himself

beat her to a pulp

and make her blame herself

i tried to talk to her

mama you don't have to stay

just pack your bags and go

you can walk away

she tell me about this pain

hoping i'd never experience it

baby boy love is some serious shit

i pray for change

eventually it came

like rays of light after days of rain

she turned her life around

walked away never to return

still tempted by the fire

just tired of being burned

she's a different kinda lady

she's not often understood