Myishia Williams Poet I do not know?

Enjoy My Death.... the Way I Enjoyed Living

WHEN I HAVE TO LEAVE THIS WORLD,

DON'T SHED ANY TEARS FOR ME,

CELEBRATE THE ART OF LIVING,

THE WAY I DID,

AND KNOW THAT MY LIFE WAS LIVED…

FULLY UNTIL THE END,

AND AT MY FUNERAL… 

DON'T BRING ME FLOWERS,

BECAUSE YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE THEM,

DO NOT STAND OVER MY BODY,

STANDING THERE JUST STARING,

YOU KNOW I NEVER LIKED EYES WATCHING ME,

SING IN SONG FOR THIS MOMENT,

MUSIC ALWAYS MEANT SO MUCH TO ME,

DON'T DRESS ME IN GIRLY CLOTHES,

BECAUSE HEELS AND DRESSES NEVER FASHIONED ME,

I WAS A LAID BACK LADY,

AND MAKE SURE IM COMFORTABLE,

EVEN IN MY DEATH,

ENJOY YOURSELF AS IF THIS…

WAS A PARTY,

OR A PRIVATE GET TOGETHER,

TO EXPLORE MY SECRET SIDE,

SEND ME AWAY WITH A BLAST,

AND MAKE SURE THAT 'GOD' KNOWS…

THE CHILD HE CHOOSE TO CALL HOME…

IS DEFITNITLY A CLASS ACT.


 

 

 

 

Copyright ©2008 Myishia Williams

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