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Life’s a Mystery

I Can’t Breathe Part 2 (Edited) 

Life’s a mystery.
I don’t get how things play out.
If people would’ve took care of themselves.
If the government would’ve handled this.
My aunt would still be here.
Its tragic.
This is not a time to be ecstatic.
But now I feel nostalgic.
Because I want to remember her for all times she was there for me.
She was a big part of our tree.
The one to connect us to her roots, she was truly family.
She never made my games, but I thank her for her love even if she was behind the scenes.
But now I keep her in memory, she’s a part of me.
She always bought me new stuff.
To show her love for me.
A Ballislife jacket.
Red and Black from 2017.
Even as athletes
People forget we’re a part of society.
But all the compliments and love
I felt people connected with me.
I will never get why God makes certain decisions.
She last called me on my birthday, she was smiling and she was grinning.
All she wanted to do was take care of her children.
Meaning us three, me and my sisters, we we’re basically like her children.
She became a nurse, all she wanted to do was see people winning.
She fought for her life in New York, her last inning.
Im so confused, im speechless on why people can’t listen.
Aunt Debbie I love you and im hurting this poem’s finished.

Rip to my aunt. I will continue to spread your unconditional love to the ones around me and representing my culture to the fullest. You and my dad’s hard work is something that is and will forever be installed in me. I’m gonna visit you one day and we’re gonna go shopping again, my treat. God, can you bring my aunt back please? I don’t understand.

Debbieann Stewart
November 26, 1962 - April 18, 2020

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