Black Poetry : An Old Friend (feeling Natasha)

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  1. Heartbeat

    Heartbeat Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I wrote this piece in 1999. I bring it back because ten minutes after reading Natasha's piece on "Hearing Heaven", I recieved a phone call that the subject of my piece had passed away.


    It was so good to see her again
    Though I remember her looking much different
    Back then she was beautiful, radiant, and alive
    Before becoming a slave to the pipe back in '85

    I remember that day 15 summers ago
    Seeing her on the stoop of that infamous house
    It was then I decided to let our friendship go

    Playing skin flutes for a three dollar rock
    No crack head ho could be a friend of mine
    Look at her jonesn' no shame or remorse...
    How shallow my judgement from atop my high horse

    Over the years I'd hear this and that
    How dope dealing pimps had turned her out
    She became a common thief
    Busted time and time again
    She sold her body in front of her children

    I never really was a friend
    Sadly, I think of that in shame
    For if I truly was a friend
    I would have tried to understand her pain

    Pretending now to be her friend
    Would be an insult to her survival without me
    She's alive, still kicking, doing her best
    One day at a time, passing the test

    The best I can do is tell her I care
    If I ever have the chance to do it all over again
    I'll not run and hide, I'll stay and be a friend

    RIP Vanessa Green, Guardian of "The Wall"

    BE
    (c) 1999
     
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    alyce Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    this brings back the same feelings of sadness I had when I first read it... and now, though she has passed... perhaps she now has peace.

    alyce
     
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    Heartbeat Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thank you Poets. Sherykah I've often wondered if I could indeed have made a difference... the answer is no. People have their own demons and reasons for what they do no matter how much sense someone else brings to them. But in my case I certainly could have still been a friend, put her (and a few others) in a special compartment in my mind and heart. Thanks for the read.

    Ms A she indeed needs peach and I hope she has it now. Thank you.
     
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    baller Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    such a beautifully worded PEACE, my brutha. we all have friends, who, we wish we had treated differently. i have one such friend whom i lost--through circumstance--at age 23...only to resurface at age 35, when i discovered that she had a rare form of cancer. five years later, she gave up her fight. a pity so many years were wasted.:( THANK YOU for reminding me of this wonderful person.

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  5. Natasha

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    simply

    touching

    It's so sad, to have to think back on those woulda's , shoulda's and coulda's, the guilt, the saness and sometimes the shame....... There is no telling what could have happened if things were handled differently, Our live's are steered by the type of choices we make ............It's hard sometimes to be proud and live with the choices we make ( to keep our lives filled with positive influences) , and we can't help but shed a tear because of those who died from the choices that they made .......

    a truly touching peice of art here
    Natasha
     
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