In Memoriam To Miss Pink Hair

In Memoriam To Miss Pink Hair (Randyjw; August 27, 2017)

 

Hypocritical it would seem

to sing your praises

and pass them on

When the same stood by

and denied you your song

that your soft voice was singing

all along

Too late — I’m sorry.

 

 

Advertisements

4 Comments

Filed under Poetry

4 responses to “In Memoriam To Miss Pink Hair

  1. Concise and quite beautiful, the flow and the meaning.

    Like

    • Yep. No matter what people may have done personally to someone, it still can be a shock when they pass away. I’m having a bit of a hard time with this one, because Ms. Pink Hair is the one who falsely accused me of being drunk, and the shelter forced to take a breathalyzer. I wrote her up for it and also wrote her up for another abusive incident when she called a Black person the “N” word, plus other derogatory names. Ms. Pink Hair passed away, and I have guilt in wondering whether my actions might have caused any repercussive effects at her end, since she had left the shelter, and I don’t know whether it was by choice or by consequence. She seemed happy, in her replies to people, about moving on and out of the shelter, and I know that responsibility for her outbursts are her own physical/emotional/mental reality; yet, just the same, I now have that sortof guilty by association thing on my conscience. Perhaps writing her up was overzealous on my part — but someone unrelated to the incidents did thank me for writing the report on the “N” word. So many other people were there for both incidents, but did nothing. I just thought the Black person didn’t deserve that awful discrimination, so I did what I could. Poor girl is dead, though. My G-d…

      Liked by 1 person

      • I had a friend who took his own life and I felt guilt over things I had not done. I think it’s in our natures, but that doesn’t at all mean there’s any reality behind it.

        Thanks for explaining the background. An idea I’ve had for a while is that somehow poetry itself is made more powerful by what is not said. Your poem supports my theory. 🙂

        I think you should be very proud of this piece, with its love and regret.

        Like

        • Oh, how sweet; thanks for that. Life brings us many learning and growing opportunities, and those kick-yourself moments help you grow. Sorry to hear about your friend. It’s not really my atonement, but my way to do something for someone. When a person is homeless, it seems already that there isn’t enough care or support necessarily surrounding that person to help them. I hope I wasn’t the nail to seal her coffin, but I feel good to at least make myself pay respects and remember her good points — she did have them.

          Liked by 1 person

Comments? Please be nice...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s