I wrote a song about my dad
based on feelings that I had.
Feeling incomplete and like I had to compete with a life frozen in time.
A name not mine. Although she’s divine, she’s not alive outside our minds.
When my sister died
I thought I could write through the pain
the world still turned the same
although I am not the same and it hurts to say her name.
A young Black woman
by a man with a bottle stained on the forefront of his brain.
I stead of safety, how insane.