“I made an attempt, to clear my contempt and find a
common and uncommon sense back to content.
I’m filling a paper cup with holes, with drops
of water hoping it will hold, only to see I’ll never be
Why am I angry at myself , when the hands
that dealt your cards, slipped in an early death without
pause to retract and reshuffle:
Those same hands,
whose Divine ears seem muffled by the sound of my
prayers in the hospital waiting room, trying my best
internally to reach that Divinity and connect with you.
was begging every Deity, asking to trade with you,
places, time and spaces, pains and aches, telling this
Provenance, begging this Provenance for whatever it
takes, to save you from this unseen fate.
passed without being told if you were sleep or awake
and when the family gathered to hear you’ve come too,
our worst nightmares had come true.
emotionless professionals, quote on quote, giving us an
unwitnessed confessional of how things go, and how
these things can happen, and how they did all they
could in thought and action.
Yet I wonder,
if it was their
own child under the knife, would their hands hand
made an error that night. Though I’m not keen on what ifs, nor am I on hindsight.
Presently I’m in mourning just mourning.
But alas we
also call morning a new day, and your life is from a
Dawn which gives way for a beautiful sunrise. Your
legacy as the Queen you are, is etched in the hearts of
those who you love you, near and far.
Your life is
coursing through Aaliyah’s veins, you granted us a new
babe as you were on your way, singing to us, “I Was
Here”, and making your journey without fear.
my cousin, you are my sister, my blood and my love. I
will honor your life with the life that I wield, with your
memory equipped as my sword and my shield.”