The hardest lazy lyric poem I ever wrote

I wrote this piece on the morning of your passing. 1:43am was when I found out…
These are the songs and albums of Judy Mowatt mushed together for healing sake. I feel it describes you…and my moko to nan relationship.
Big woman, black woman
Down in the valley
Got to leave the West
Kings of Kings many are called on your mark
Only woman put it on sisters chant
Slave queen think strength to go through
Trade winds love is overdue
Now let’s sing our own song
This is what I really wanted to share on your night of final goodbyes but ego got the better of me. To death goes ego. Guilty.
I love you, I miss you.