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 womanDown in the valleyGot to leave the WestKings of Kings many are called on your markOnly woman put it on sisters chantSlave queen think strength to go throughTrade winds love is overdueGuiltyNow 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.