Eulogy for . . .

This is my eulogy. The death of me.

Eulogy for . . . Brittney Reese

 

Born May 17, 1989

She died today and was buried under the Jesus sign

She left behind clothes but didn’t care about trends

Inside her car, she left a letter for family and friends

It reads, “I love y’all to death, for life is no friend of mine. You’ll know it’s my time when God carves love across the sunshine.  I didn’t commit suicide; it was more of a sacrifice.  Bury me a G like Pac, ‘cause God knows I’ve paid the price.  I picked up the knife twice but envisioned my family.  I don’t want y’all crying so I changed my mind about the balcony.  Momma, you are my protection and daddy’s my preacher.  Comfort mommy Carline, Alline, Callen, Evette, Felicia, and Keisha.  It was a difficult letter to write but I could never say this.  If life was a game, I could never play this.  From my ’91 Honda Accord to my ’96 Toyota.  Maya Angelou told me why the caged bird sings yet I could never quote her.  I was free to roam the streets and see pieces of the world.  But I seemed restricted into this moist less bubble being told I’m only a girl.  Wait. . . I forgot to say goodbye to my grandparents and my aunts and uncles too.  A special thanks to my Glass Ladies; I will miss you ladies too.  A night on the town would keep me from negatively thinking.  I’d usually go drive around to avoid drinking.  Then I open my eyes and I see my life at a stand still.  I matrix it and swallow the red pill . . . I grow dizzy and I fade away, leaving no expression on my face as a display.  One pill didn’t work so I’ve decided to take two.  In these last few lines I will forget to misconstrue . . . my thoughts and love as I slip this letter into my car . . . and head back into my room to stitch my spiritual scar.  Before I go, know that I am not who the world thought me to be and I wish I would have taken initiative when I could.  Now as I lay my troubles to rest, I’ll lay this letter under the hood…”

Now today I eulogize Ms. Brittney Reese under the sunrise

As I watch the audience glow with stunned surprise

They all came to mourn the final peak of the deceased

Never thinking it would be read by her, Brittney Reese!

 

 

: Last Remarks: - A part of me died on this day I won’t mention but also brought reformation to my sorrows.  Now, I stare proudly as recovery leads me into tomorrow.

 

Reviews

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

INTENSE!!!

i applaud you for stripping your soul bare for us in this piece, and you know what? i've been to where you were too, and so i feel your pain. When something that drastic happens, it's almost as if you were "reborn' your old self died and a new person, full of awareness and gratitude is reborn. I completely understand. also....Shoot, you are ten years younger than me. you are only 19? wow, you write very well.

i love this part:

my thoughts and love as I slip this letter into my car . . . and head back into my room to stitch my spiritual scar.

[A LaDy NaMeD D]

Damn you get more deep and powerful like me everyday lol. Or am i like you? or are we the same?? lol.
Anyways i liked this. Things happen in our life to make us stronger. When we recover we get better. I liked this alot. Sorry it took me so long to get to it.

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[universalove]

This is really sad but strong to live in a world were your thoughts don't have any control over our feeling. So life must go on without trusting anybody but yourself. I could have wrote more thigs that I was feeling from your poem but at times words can only say that this is one of your best.

[Vic Spencer]

You're weird....lol, j/k. Dramatic, indeed. That's how all you Reese and Johnson girls are. Good creative piece of work. Don't know how inspired by true life it was, but regardless, nice work. Oh, and don't worry; if you go before me and Tamyra, we'll make sure you get your gangsta's funeral. lol.

[T]

Wow...you scared me for a second. Lol. Anyway, good job. This is very deep...and morbid. Lol.

[Kristina]

Wow is all that I could get out after reading this. You are a powerful young woman with a pen and a computer. Dang girl, imagine if you would have done it I couldn't be this engrossed in your work. Thank God you are still here to inspire and amaze us with your poetry.

Wow. Great write!!!!

[Kasey]

Damn.... i don't know what to say.... holy crap.... that really spoke to me, i mean, deep.... cuz i have tried to turn to suicide a few times.... but i know its not what i shud do. thanks for posting this, realy. i love it. keep writing please.

[Troy Baham Jr.]

pretty good, yo. it has that sense of desperation and also that sense of reality as well. it wasn't sappy the way depression/suicide poems usually are. you are definitely a guru when it comes to quoting pac. lol

you know i still never heard you rap

[☮]

Definitely powerful. A dark, yet spiritual piece about reaffirmation and life.

My best friend commited suicide four years ago. It brought back memories of his note. In a way, although part of me did die the day he left the earth, I was never so strong. The pain will almost always strengthen you. You just have to know how to channel it.

Beautiful piece.

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very heart-rending, yet awesome eulogy

"I didn't commit suicide; it was more of a sacrifice. Bury me a G like Pac, 'cause God knows I've paid the price"