She's Still Here
As I lay down and write this, heading
towards a new year |
I know I can't see her |
But I know she's still here |
With her family.... |
I still hear her screaming at her siblings |
and getting mad with her mother for not
letting her do things |
Going over to Grandma's, playing with
her cousin's |
She used to say she was bored on the outside |
But deep inside, she wasn't |
When she graduated from college, it wasn't
just for herself |
It was for her kin folk |
And proved that if she can set examples |
Then thou shall ride tail coat |
And if she had a problem with either one
of you |
She was good for holding a grudge |
But eventually, the grudge, budged |
But never, ever her love |
She spoke highly of all her family |
Year after year |
I know you can't see her |
But I know she's still here |
With her homeboy's.... |
I see her giving pounds like she's cool |
Calling every guy Son like she was born
a dude |
She was the girl you either loved or just
really disliked her |
But either way you respected her because
you knew no one was like her |
She was the girl that was a woman with
really girlie ways |
Her crazy ways, the way she waved |
Her Braids.......remember those days? |
Her smile, her personality |
Her harsh description of reality |
To Jose's harsh casualty |
She still smiled throughout his tragedy |
She missed most of ya'll when she didn't
speak to you |
And couldn't wait to see her homeboy's
in the next school year |
I know you can't see her |
But I know she's still here |
And her homegirl's..... |
Forget it |
She loved ya'll alot |
She used to act like she did, but Tasha
never forgot |
How ya'll used to hang out, trade stories
and what not |
And let's not |
Forget how she always wanted to call shots |
She spoke up for herself whether you liked
it or not |
She stayed with an attitude like she had
things on lock |
Her generous heart |
She gave even when she didn't have it |
And even though she didn't say so |
She loved ya'll more than you will ever
know |
Whether she knew ya'll forever or close
to a year |
I know you can't see her |
But I know she's still here |
To me..... |
I can still hear that laugh I found real
crazy |
She used to always brag about being grown |
But used to act like a baby |
But that's my lady |
If we were any closer, we'd be the same
person |
Just in different versions |
But Natasha and I were real close |
Who would have ever thought that the way
we used to argue |
Would be one of the things I miss the
most? |
That's my best friend |
Through thick and thin |
Through hell and high water |
If she pointed, I fought em' |
And Tasha really wanted a daughter |
She meant more to me than air to breathe |
And because she made it important |
I left Virginia State with nothing |
And stand before you with a College Degree |
But I'd give it all back just to have
her pull on my ear |
I know I can't see her |
But I know she's still here |
She always spoke about her God Sisters,
God Mothers, Her Pastor and God Brothers |
And used to fall asleep on Sunday's sitting
right in Church |
But as Natasha's unfortunate departure |
She was getting more and more familiar
with God's words |
And finally realized that life would be
worth living if she left it in God's hands |
So just know that God and Natasha helped
me lay down and write this |
As we are all heading towards a new year |
And even though we can't see her loud
behind |
We should know that Natasha Donna Bartlett
is still right here |
Rest In Peace Natasha.... |
By: Brian Langston |