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For Je'lan Maybell by Eric Nunnally

 

I've sat where you sit right now,
Flipping through this booklet to see what they wrote
About the person laying up front.

 

Looked around and wondered who was who,
What the real story was,

And why they always say the same thing:

 

About giving me my flowers while I'm here.

 

Flowers are nice and all, but
Just remember that I laughed,
That I loved eating on thanksgiving,
That, even if I didn't get it right, I loved -
That deep inside I was just looking
For a place that felt like it was for me.

 

May not have happened the way I thought it would.
Tell the truth, I don't really remember all that;
But what I do remember is:
My mom being my mom,
My dad being my dad,
My best friend being my best friend.

 

In case I forgot to say it
I want to thank them for everything
That made it cool being me.

 

I used to be curious about what people would say
If that was me lying there;
Who would show up,
Who would cry,
But it really doesn't matter...

 

The one's I loved, know.
They know me;
And I thank God for them
When I had them
And they had me...

May 17, 2004



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