Wake Up, BK
My Perspective on Wake Up, B.K.: To lose a mother in a any situation is difficult, but to have to deal with it, in the public eye, is even worse. This poem is based off of Bobbi Kristina, Pop Star Whitney Houston's daughter. After her death, I felt a little bit of sympathy for what she was going through, and decided to write this poem.
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Wake Up, BK
Such a beautiful sleeper but yet a
life filled with nightmares;
A demon fighter since her younger age;
I applaud this princess for her strength.
Since birth, the flash from cameras have
overexposed your privacy,
And left you a public flame,
waiting for that moment you’ll ignite like
If allowed, I could show you the wonders
of the world, outside the seven you’ve seen
already with your royal family of music,
Just one request, B.K…..Wake up.
Sadly the ruffles in your bed of life,
Have prevented as good night’s sleep;
For this reason, you feel no one can help you
straighten out your bed sheets;
I however disagree.
I understand that times are tearful since
the passing of your best friend,
in the shape of a mother.
From a distance I’ve noticed the devil
creep up in your family;
I acknowledge that this book of private
affairs is not for me to read, but if allowed;
I’d be willing to write better chapters for you
in the future.
One in particular would illustrate you
kissing cloud nine,
Reminiscing on a career that you were
If this path follows your mother, then may
your voice resonate with the masses,
And display a true angel on earth.
I sympathize with you, that negative forces in
this world can shift your stairway downward;
However, like the demons who constantly try
to awake the skeletons in my closet,
We’re all human, and for every fall,
A rising is waiting, for when you’re spiritually
Let that marinate in your sleepless nightmares
until you wake up, B.K.
I anticipate the day when we meet outside
And the world views you in better light,
That’s not dimmed by the shade of
Understand that these images of a
conversation between us are nothing less
Just like “The Voice”, would sing so
eloquently from her lips;
The greatest love of all is love for yourself;
If these words don’t carry enough weight, just look around;
I’m sure you’ll recognize some ebony queens
in your family who symbolize support.
Remember that your fervent heart awakens for a
And the nightmares shall dissolve as you
rise to awake, B.K.
A true turning stone you will be.