You laid there fighting and courting death to the end
It wouldn’t come for you, but finally the wings you
Carried on your back
Carried you home.
You were the first to speak, the first to march for the cause,
The first to lend a helping hand
But you failed to help your self.
You were the daughter to a mother,
But you were your own mother.
In the end you saw your grandchild, the one
whom you gave your last gaping breath.
Your legacy, a heaven
Full of stars, a community of fallen angels.
HIV, Drugs, Prostitution, that is what you fought tirelessly against,
But it touched you too early in your journey of self-identity.
And what was at the end of the road.
Only you know.
What is worth it, Alexis?
As I stood over you in the dark candle lit room.
I wondered what you were…
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