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She's Not Dead!!!

Stop having my funeral.

By Valera HarperPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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SHE SUBTLY CHUCKLES AS HER REASONS

THEY BUCKLE,

FOR NOT PATTING HER SUCCESS’ ON THE HEAD,

SOUNDS OF BABIES LAUGHING HARD,

REALLY JUMP STARTED HER HEART,

N MADE HER REALIZE

SHE’S NOT DEAD.

ALL THE TIME THAT GOES BY,

MAN, THE CLOCKS REALLY DO FLY,

AS THE OLD FOLKS USED TO CONSTANTLY UTTER,

SO HER FACE DOWN SAD BUT SUDDENLY GLAD,

CUZ SHE KNEW THAT HER TROUBLES WERE BUTTER,

THEY MAY HAVE SEEMED ROUGH,

LIFE’S TOUCH WAS SO TOUGH,

BUT SHE FELT THERE WAS GLORYAHEAD,

SO THE SOUNDS OF BABIES LAUGHING HARD,

REALLY JUMP STARTED HER HEART,

N MADE HER REALIZE

SHE’S NOT DEAD.

THE NIGHT CLOUDS ARE ALL GONE,

TIME TO SING A NEW SONG,

BUT HER LARYNX IS CLOGGED FULL OF SMOKE,

FROM THE FIGHTS AND THE BATTLES,

THE TEARS AND THE PADDLES

UP STREAM, DIDN’T DROWN, BUT SHE DAMN SURE CHOKED,

BUT POKE, POKE GOES A FINGER FROM A CHILD A BIT MEANER,

THEN HERSELF SO SHE HAD TO BREAK BREAD,

BUT THE SOUNDS OF BABIES LAUGHING HARD,

REALLY JUMP STARTED HER HEART,

N MADE HER REALIZE

SHE’S NOT DEAD.

WHEN I FAREWELL THIS EARTH AND THE GRASS IS ON ME,

THEN SURE, SAY A PRAYER OR TWO,

BUT TIL THEN IM DETERMINED,

MAY BE IN A COMA BUT SQUIRMIN’

I’LL CONTINUE TO DO WHAT I GOTTA DO,

THE VOICES OF YELPS,

NOT HURTIN’, BUT HELP,

IM HUNGRY SO DON’T IGNORE ME,

I CAN’T N I WOULDN’T,

YOU KNOW YOU MY PUDDIN’,

I’LL GIVE YOU MORE THAN THE STARS THAT I SEE,

IM A MOTHER, A LOVER, A MODEL, A FIGURE,

A NOURTURING HEART, BUT MY FIST IS A LIL’ BIGGER,

A LADY, A PIT,

A TRUTH-TELLIN BITCH,

A PERSON BUT AN ANIMAL WHO TAKES NO SHIT,

A SONG SINGIN’, MUSIC PLAYIN’, POEM WRITIN’ CHICK,

WITH A MIND FULL OF MEDICAL,

AND MY ARGUMENTS ARE TECHNICAL,

BUT MORE THAN ANY OVERALL,

I’LL ALWAYS HEAR YOUR CALL,

CAUSE I BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU,

SINCE THE DAY I HEARD YOU COO,

AND I DIDN’T THEN, SO I WON’T NOW LET U FALL,

GOT THE EARS OF A ELEPHANT

AND THE FEET OF A CHEETAH,

AND THE EYES OF A HAWK,

AND THE SOUL OF A BELIEVER,

SO TO MY BABIES HERE WE GO

YOU DON’T GET IT NOW BUT YOU’LL KNOW,

THAT MOMMY’S DOIN HER BEST TO GET YOU FED,

SHE SEEMS SO BLUE AND HER DAY WAS RED,

SHE’S STIFF AND LAYING ON THE BED,

BUT I CAN DEFINITELY ASSURE YOU,

SHE’S NOT DEAD!!!

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About the Creator

Valera Harper

IM A MOTHER, A LOVER, A MODEL, A FIGURE,

A NOURTURING HEART, BUT MY FIST IS A LIL’ BIGGER,

A LADY, A PIT,

A TRUTH-TELLIN BITCH,

A SONG SINGIN’, MUSIC PLAYIN’, POEM WRITIN’ CHICK

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