A Beautiful Young Girl By Jasen Sousa
A Beautiful Young Girl
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl dreams to be dead?
A lifeless body drained of pain,
the only image that plays in her head.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl contemplates prostitution?
Not because of pleasure, but because she is broke
and this is the only job that is somewhat of a solution.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl with piles of potential is a drug addict?
Her friends tell her she can sell drugs for them, but she
just gets high off her own supply and will never be able to kick her habit.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl has a beautiful young girl of her own?
She hires dealers and addicts to watch her child when she’s not home,
it’s either that or have her daughter be all alone.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl has no one to help her, only to hurt her?
She has people running to her with their problems,
but when she is in her time of need everyone seems to desert her.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl cries for help and no one responds?
There are thousands of these beautiful young girls
and not one of them feels like they belong.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl can barely even breathe?
Told me she has hurt so much
she no longer knows how it feels to grieve.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl gets sexually abused by her dad?
He calls her names like slut, loser, tramp, bitch.
Is she supposed to go out into the world and not feel sad?
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl can’t even afford any groceries?
What’s wrong with this world?
I know this is not how it is supposed to be.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl can’t see because she has tears in her eyes?
No one cares about this beautiful young girl while she is alive
and no one will care about this beautiful young girl when she dies.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl dreams to be dead?
A lifeless body drained of pain,
the only image that plays in her head.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl contemplates prostitution?
Not because of pleasure, but because she is broke
and this is the only job that is somewhat of a solution.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl with piles of potential is a drug addict?
Her friends tell her she can sell drugs for them, but she
just gets high off her own supply and will never be able to kick her habit.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl has a beautiful young girl of her own?
She hires dealers and addicts to watch her child when she’s not home,
it’s either that or have her daughter be all alone.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl has no one to help her, only to hurt her?
She has people running to her with their problems,
but when she is in her time of need everyone seems to desert her.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl cries for help and no one responds?
There are thousands of these beautiful young girls
and not one of them feels like they belong.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl can barely even breathe?
Told me she has hurt so much
she no longer knows how it feels to grieve.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl gets sexually abused by her dad?
He calls her names like slut, loser, tramp, bitch.
Is she supposed to go out into the world and not feel sad?
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl can’t even afford any groceries?
What’s wrong with this world?
I know this is not how it is supposed to be.
What’s wrong with this world
when a beautiful young girl can’t see because she has tears in her eyes?
No one cares about this beautiful young girl while she is alive
and no one will care about this beautiful young girl when she dies.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)