That she was forever someone political for existing with humanity
And in bold on my tombstone;
Incredible little hypocritical woman of no dignity or sanity
Or just the thought of someone giving understanding
Even if it's just a fantasy
It's about me in the ground
People looking around and seeing
A life without color or meaning
That being uselessly part of her life was never to be so complicated
It was part of the design of neglectful parenting and upbringing
They never meant for her to hurt by their hurting
A life without the woman who had incredible ways to make them exceptional
A woman who was never inedible in a conversation ever so credible
My happiest thoughts revolve around being appreciated
Slightly commemorated
That they knew she was always so separated
And debilitated into someone not quite relevant or true to others' sense of being satiated
They should've been elevated by her never being frustrated
