They always say that the good ones go first,
But the question I struggle to understand is why?
Why did you have to leave? Why now? Why so early?
But we can never answer questions like that you see
Always wondering if this life will ever be fair and kind
Losing someone you love is unbearable and painful
So painful that you wish you could fly away with them
Wait for me.. please don’t go
But you can’t hear my call
Because you are already settled in your new home
While I’m stuck down here
With the crazies, racists, sexists misogynists
Why would you leave me here?
You took the best thing that I ever had
I know the fight was hard
But I wish the fight was just a little longer
Just so I could tell you how much I love you
And now I don’t know what to do
There’s no one to pick up my tears
And turn them into butterflies
No one to tell me everything will be okay
I can’t say that he was being selfish when he whisked you away
But don’t you think It’s funny
He chose you out of everyone else
And that made me realise why the good ones go first
Because you was too perfect
Too perfect to be sitting here with me
Only angels know the meaning
And one day I’ll be waiting for the day
Waiting for the day, so you can tell me why?
R.I.P Uncle Pat

Little black girl don’t cry,
They just don’t understand your grace.
Too scared to try and give you an embrace,
Because the media have taught you to hate your face.

Curly hair and plump lips,
They wish they looked like you so don’t feel dismissed.
I know It’s hard sometimes to wake up with a smile,
But baby girl you’re something worthwhile.

Little black girl don’t cry,
If they appropriate and take your style.
Doesn’t mean you still cant shine with that beautiful skin,
So reflective that the sun can’t help but compliment your melanin.

They say you’ve got that black girl magic,
But drag you down when you try and project what you want to say.
Have you noticed that you get more attention when you wear that swimsuit,But not in that cultural garment because it is too empowering and not subtle like a flute.

Little black girl don’t cry,
When they point at you and laugh.
Dignity is what we were born with
and unfortunately it can never be taught.
We are strong, powerful and so full of prosperity,
that we will always have the last laugh.

From one stereotype to another,
Life can be nothing but trouble.
But from one black girl to another,
Keep slaying like no other.

Stay bright like the star you are,
They only see darkness in our appearance because they cannot fathom the indescribable.
Your skin tone is the beauty they refuse to see,
But don’t you dare let it be the reason you cry yourself to sleep

Because little black girl you are a beautiful sight to see!

I shake the box
and you can hear
the clunk of cheap erasers
and loose change.
the weight shifts
like a topside crew
on a troubled barge.

I flick the ash
and where it lay
a thousand eyes
bleed for nothing.
and in passing
I may have crushed
a bead of sweat...
truant from
my brow.

it's the little things
that loom large
in the awkward heart
and so very slowly
the usual bloom
on the rose
is dismantled.

by a larger display
in a palm.

Blaring sound,
Movement everywhere around,
No reasoning or resolution to be found
Anywhere.

With silence I'm bound,
No longer mentally wound,
Explanations to my emotions mound
Everywhere.

by Lady R.F ©2017