My New Angel
Dear, God
It all started June first, two thousand seventeen.
Late that night she had gone missing.
My cousin Jamaari was just a teen.
Thoughts immediately began reminiscing.
I couldn’t believe what was happening.
Body began to feel cold & blue.
My whole world felt like it was blackening.
I didn’t want to believe it could be true.
I began to cry out “God what did you do?”
With my tears pouring and pouring out.
I didn’t even get to say goodbye to you.
That day felt like such a drought.
Never would I have pictured my life without your presence.
But now your watching me from the heavens.
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