When I think about your death
I think about life;
The life you gave my words.
The life that I didn’t know
My words were and are worthy of.
When I think about your death,
I think about life;
The life my words are yet to live.
The life my words are afraid to live.
I think about my words.
I think about my worth.
I think about how worthy I feel
Because of you.
When I think about your death,
I think about death.
Death described as not living.
Described as not something final.
Described as a passing through lives.
When I think about your death,
I think about your words.
Your words described as the most living.
Described as something forever final
And never final.
Described as a passing through lives;
Through worlds.
When I think about your death,
I think about your words.
When I think about your death,
I think about how the life of your words;
Lead me.
The life of your words showed me
What I looked like;
What love looked like.
The life of your words;
The layers.
So much of so much, and so much more.
When I think about your death,
I think about your life, love and importance.
I think about you being here.
You made me feel like I belong, beloved.
This black girl belongs.