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My Angel Don't Fly No More
Little girl, little girl-
why you crying’ all the time?
I listened outside your door…
man, it sounded like your heart was ‘bout to break.
When I looked through the crack-
I saw you laying there…all balled up…like a baby.
Like a baby scared of the light.
Like a baby that missed one too many bottles and
hit one too many times.
I had to bust in and hold you.
You’re my one and only,
and the sight of your regression
and the sound of your pain was killing me.
My angel don’t fly no more.
“Come on Baby, fly for me one more time”, I said.
But you looked right through me.
I think to my self “she’s slippin’
and I ain’t gonna be able to get her this time.
She needs more than a hug and a ‘I love you’”.
I light an incense, hoping that what they say
about ‘em driving away evil spirits is true.
You like the smell and your cries get a little more quiet.
I put on your favorite candle and turn off all the noise
--no music this time.
I watch you stare blankly at the candle.
Blankly but quietly.
I can see the light flickering against your tears.
God, your eyes are so beautiful.
The last few tears fell and you closed your eyes.
The next thing I knew you were sleeping,
and once again I don’t know what’s wrong.
Just let me know when the next tear falls—I’ll be ready—
and maybe next time…I won’t cry.
Kaya Nailah Davis ©2000
