I did all I could
with what I was given –
my talents, my lyrics.
I lived by the code
my creed was real; my gifts evident
I harnessed it – chapter n’ verse;
I was here to give light
to Hope, to make certain
in meek ways, a mortal could
to clarify that:
Life is a Traffic jam but
Failures can still birth success.
There was nothing of the average
in me, in my life, in my belief, in my hustle
only that I didn’t accept Prejudice or boredom.
My course, my life’s testimony was poetry –
a mirror, an authority in times of despondence.
I fought a good fight, died too soon. Still, I Rise.
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