Prevention is better than a cure,
Words uttered unto me, by the breast that fed me.
Her eyes foresaw a cloudy day as she saw my heart sink,
Into gloomy as I held a wolf by hand.
He picked his winning words,
From his brain basket that lured me into deception.
He sang a sexual healing melody, enticing my blinded heart.
Only later for White Coat to declare AIDS and kill my spirit eyes.
Blurred by salty words that wedded me to him,
AIDS to whom I can never part, led me to consume,
The bitter soul darkening water to ease my darkest nights.
Tobacco was the wind that blew away my shame for just a moment,
And only words uttered by the breast that fed me,
Remained forever in my thoughts.