She told me to write about her,
Because she feared she’d be forgotten,
when the world turns to a cloud of dust.
She told me to sing her name
and embed it in the letters of my book,
how she rode in fast cars without roofs
how she wore red lips and long boots.
she told me to write about her,
but I fear my words cannot fully
capture the roaring fire of her thought,
the blistering glory of her heart.
She told me to write about her.
How her hair played in the wind
I fear my book cannot
Do justice to her unwavering spirit.
How her feet danced to the tunes in her mind.
How she struggled to find her kind.
I fear because she will be forgotten,
this beautiful soul of mine


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