Never Take Life For Granted

[Precise Wisdom]

I'm dieing

the scrolls of my eulogy
are already inscribed in my tombstone
awaiting my burial in the
grassy pastures of autumn's wings
there are no plagiarisms or misdiagnosis
no second opinons or matrix trilogies
this is my final living will and testament

born the daughter of Nzingah and Osirus
inhibiting the spirit of Ethiopia's sun...
my roots engrained in Botswana soil
reared me since i was a yute
honeysuckle sugar drops, cocoa bread and fertile fruit
nourished my inner sanctum

the Elders...just a generation in age from the 24 scientists
taught me how to read the stars and
gave me lessons in 13 different tongues
made me to learn scripture and the art of war
testing me while I slept, while I slept
I knew it backward and forward...I knew it backward and forward

adolescence was beautiful for me
at the age of 14 I'd still held to my chastity
oppression was a sin i never had to endure
happy, respectful, joyful in my modesty
even played 4 instruments in my spare time
the flute, the harp, the violin and the piano

my Father a renowned neurosurgeon
my Mother, a university professor and poet
she weaved and quilted the 7 units of womanhood
and the realities of life in my mind's womb
she had the smoothest soothing voice i'd ever heard spoken
delicate in her tone, gentle in her inflections...
she infused love with each word, each hug, each touch

all that's been bestowed has been a blessing
I, rich in esteem and humbly confident
took those pearls and let them be my guide through the journey

present day..
I'm following in my uma's footsteps
the pen and word have become my allies, my swords
Umi's voice is resilient through my spirit
the only difference...the revolution has became my fight
and there are always caualties in war

death is imminent

all I am, all I have become, I owe to my bilogical teachers
my enlighteners, my kindred brethrens, my spiritual sisters
those.. who've prayed for my keeping and were angels pon my trodding
it is not I who deserves the accolades for the prose my hands lend
nor the words my poetry speaks,
this evolution was birthed before I became a clot, a thought; a decision
it is not my existence but the existence of those who came before me,

i
am not
worthy

to sit on this platform
to profess metaphorical connotations, split similies,
idioms and superlative mastery

i
only the conduit

I'm dieing

the breath of Trinidadians' winds blew death's kiss in my nostrils
as I stood and bent reciting fajr's prayer
in the first rakah the kiss sweet and crisp, simple and unmistakable
stilled my shoulders and flowed throughout my prostration
drifted in an outer body reality and stood before me...
faced me in my eyes unemotional without explanation
and in one blink it left like a shooting star
accomplishing its purpose

glory to my Lord the Most High
glory to my Lord the Most High
glory to my Lord the Most High

repentence expired
my world flashing in kodak succession
as such, left in the mourning of reflection

I cry
peaceful tears
knowing the irreversibility of my fate
when death visits, there is no escape

I'm dieing
this is my final will and testament

I lay on you the duty to carry the torch
of the wisdom and lessons that were passed onto me
to live unapologetic and without cowardice
or unafraid to accept your own and be yourself
to be fruitful and charitable, refined and civilized in actions
kind and elegant, determined without vanity

I'm dieing
but weep NOT for my life's ending

i imbue this last breath into you
flesh deteriorates but the spirit is everliving
spirit is everliving

so live
and Live
and LIVE completely, unselfishly, resiliently
...so that I and our ancestors survive through your brilliance

these lives...now your inheritance


I'm dieing
but weep not..for me





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[Precise Wisdom]

Appreciate you both for reading and replying. This poem came from a very deep and serious place in my life. Thanx so much.

[Nandi]

W o w! It has been a while since I have had the opportunity to be blessed by your pen sis! (((hugs))) This is such a wonderful offering and I thank you so very much!

[Zion]

glory to my LORD MOST HIGH !!!
indeed, star...
time and space in union..
what an awe inspiring piece here..
this is sooo, soo different that I have seen from you in a bit and I sooo, love it
where do you swim sistah? where do you swim?
I am truly lifted and inspired by this one
what a gift!
d