the nectar of jasmines,
lay hazy in this house,
golden coloured pigments,
with the thick skin of Kings,
dont be scared of death by sweet woman,
my sweet mother of all mothers,
my fingers, my toes, my blessed kissed skin,
don’t be afraid of your time my ama,
don’t you worry what you’ve left,
You have lost enough to look back at this world,
Just know I am creating my own Stem,
my backbone is now going to destroy itself,
chromotripsis,
shattering my spine only to reform,
a Jasmine plant,
that I will pot in your back garden,
and you will see me swaying from your sky in the seven heavens,
I have all that you taught me,
gave me a gift in energy as I sat holding your hand,
I guess I really am Malanghi.
don’t be scared of death you pink petalled woman,
dressed in white.
don’t you worry about me.
I have fire