![]() A WARN BAWL ALL DEYA Poem by wordslingAH, Da Kid!™
(Sunset on Station Street*)
I have to left Her go She's been wanting to leave for a long time But every time, I would force Her to take me too So She would return from the sinkhole having not asked it to take her down And every time out of the joy of not having certainty of what would remain if She was gone I would hug Her closer Squeeze Her tighter Not knowing I was making it harder For Me to breathe Just sure I was giving Her The Love She has longed for every since She was six and had to leave Granny House in Dieppe Bay to go move to Trinity And is only now A find half a quarter spoon of valor to admit She ain't been happy since She ain't told nobody She could feel dying inside for even with the weekend trips and extended time Granny come Points to visit Her Life as She knew it had passed away. But like a decommissioned frock I kept Her around as stock that I used to boost myself Lawd, God, A sorry but is only now A understand Cindy Adrienne Quashie never grew to be Woman And A been posted up flossing on her casket buried inside me She Born on the cusp so in the house as third parent She was commanded to do way too much than She knew how to explain She just could not bare but She toiled, while inside She wore down and She can't go no more She just tell me Mine is now everything She treasure out She own She pens, computer, notebook drawings, poems She Nappy Tresses But not Her love of dresses For She know me don't like them A have to let her go, join Winnie, Ma Jane and Mom them They were Bejeweled Silk Prisms of Rainbowed Nights as they sat on Sunday Twilights at the head of Station Street . (original Sunset on Station Street 11212007 11:45PM) She bequeathed unto Me Her affection, passion, valor, grace and charm And I know She is heading to an eternal Warrior Princess post as My Guardian Angel alarm She leave me Her Brother phone number too For through the greys of all her years, His Love Remains Her Purest Blues And is only now Am able to realize She been trying to leave so that I could LIVE and LOVE MY LIFE So this Cute Baby, seven never song to She is leaving forty-one as Her final melody (She wanted to grow up and be a Calypsonian named The Mighty Fort Capesterre.) 05:00:59am, PDT, 08142008©®SomaMoja ZuriAsali QUASHEBA (The Essence of Cindy Adrienne Quashie Love Remains) © 2011 wordslingAH, Da Kid!™ |
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Added on February 16, 2011 Last Updated on February 16, 2011 Author![]() wordslingAH, Da Kid!™Seattle, WAAboutArtiste. Learner. (An) Orthodox Near! "if i require anything from Ma Art, it is simply, Expression" All work 1990-2011 © cindy adrienne quashie BrokePimpStyles™ Studio (305) 809-6945 -.. more..Writing
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