I know how it will go down
I know what I will say
I know how she will react
But I still must say it
I have to
“I’m praying for you.”
“As long as you don’t pray
For me to get better”
“Don’t worry. I’m not”
“What?”
“Instead, I’m praying that
I will stop
Being angry at you”
“Why would you be angry?”
“You chose. You chose this.
I’ve watched you slowly kill yourself
My whole life
My brother’s son won’t know you
He deserves to know you
And you, him.
My future child will not know you
That child deserves to know you
And you, the child.
As I long for an uncle I’ve never met,
Our children will long for you
I’m angry because you are making
Your mother lose another child
But most of all,
I’m praying that
You will remember the God of your youth”
“It’s the same god.”
“No, it isn’t.
Your god wants you to be
love
And to transcend to a higher plane
My God IS love
And descended to our lowness
Because He loves me
And you
Remember Him. Please.
He remembers you.”
I know how it will go down
I know what I will say
I know how she will react
But I still must say it
