Imagine pullin’ into an empty parking space
and totalin’ your car
Well das Me…
This elephant, remembers everything in its room.
Feels more like I been beaten. Mercilessly.,
Wit’ wooden bats. By vengeful
spirits from my ancestors past lives.
So my bones done become more rigid.
I fracture more easily.
Bruise more easily.
Tears well up.
I cry out more easily.
Smells. Sounds. Buck toothed smiles. Flamboyant death drops.
All ignite my senses.
And my soul becomes clean when I cry.
‘Cause crying is one of my healing rituals.
Yet, ain’t no healing this shit.
I’m exactly where my brother left me.
On that uncommonly, cold, November 26th, dark street.
Had just spent all day working,
only to get home to cook food for a tortured friend.
Dished out larger slices of homemade sweet potato pie.
How bitter the taste.
I remember, as we sipped apple cider along side it.
How bout the scene was loose with change.
Fresh newspapers strewn about the floor.
I can still smell the dead trees,
the moment they told me my baby brother had died.
Ran ALL out of myself.
Slid cross the floor on coupon adds.
Jumpin’ out of my skin wasn’t far enough
to get away from this.
The silence was so DAMN loud.
Louder than my screams and desperate PLEASE.
PLEASE! DON’T SAY THIS IS TRUE.
And the silence played tricks.
The silence was so heartless.
The silence acted like a fuck boy.
Wailing that hard only made my nose bleed.
Snot, mixed with blood m, and tears, froze to my face.
The mood was below 20 degrees.
No comfort. No crab legs. No fried wings.
No whisky. No heating pads. No yams. No deep dick.
No coochie grinds. No meditation. No cunnilingus.
No flailing arm dances. No deep talks. No nothing.
Not even self-soothing. No selfies. No usies.
No god. No nothing could prepare me for losing my brother.
My baby brother.
Smile as big as a sunflower.
And he loved to eat the seeds.
And I love him beyond forever.
Sunflowers senseless loss of life.
Bullet to head while he sat in the
comfort of his own bed.
And I remember the blood on his pillow.
And how I clinched it.
And tho’ he’s right here.
And won’t leave from right here.
I still feel pain right here.
Hard to breathe sometimes.
Replaying his last words
as he looked to the edge of his bed, “Mama.” “Mama?“
Thank you mama, for waiting.
And tastin’ his ashes pushed me to the edge of space.
Made us feel close again.
And I don’t wish for time y’all.
I wish for the world to love as hard as we loved
with no healthy examples of how to love.
How our love language STRETCHED.
IS etched into my skin, over deep contusions LEFT BEHIND.
Embedded beneath my bare breast bone, on the left side.
How I cant tell our scars apart or our sleepless melodies.
However, the wind grows me just a little, each day.
My big sunshine face, travels in the wind.
My Phoenix arose from the dust.
My baby brother flows in my DNA.
He is in the water too.
Mama Oshun. Bless baby brother with your rivers honey.
Mama Yemayah. Please nestle us both, in the safety of your oceans back bone.
Thank you for your sanctity.
For being a home.
I’m Sunflowers Sista shareable audio with music by The Nest Collective’s Walk to Tawaret. Thank you for listening.
A fitting tribute to a loved one that has transitioned to the ancestor realm. He’s still with us.