RENE’S INTERLUDE
a suicide prevention poem
i don’t speak enough on the angle of your feet when we seen your body the day that you died.
Fateful November 3rd
shit ain’t been the same
heart breaking
it’s what we call karma or fate.
1 decision can change everything
you had a daughter
who you named after your sake.
but things didn’t go your way.
you lost a custody battle, and your little girl barely knew her daddy.
i watched you cry,
how i know a man feel pain.
when he puts that armor away and is saved instead of always saving the day.
Life taught you the hard way
that’s the Reason why you’d try to teach me differently.
i’d do it anyway.
A hard head make a soft ass.
the little girls you raised were out there shaking theirs for cash.
you got on my ass so i’d go down a different path.
See, when it comes to me and where i come along — we can say God work in mysterious ways
I Used to plan for a demise from suicide.
God intended to write the story differently this time.
circumstances, the same.
Oddly, similar.
all we did was trade places that day.
the world can still feel lonely even with a shade other than grey.
you used your love for me to go back in time and rewrite some things
loved me through it despite my dismissal of your pain.
in my adolescent mind, it wasn’t about you anyway.
thats another lesson learned for another day
our roles were reversed and
somewhere, someplace on that same day
instead of you, it was me
karmically the scales tipped this way in Fate
God trying to teach a little girl that her life meant something and there was another way
because taking your life is a small price to pay
no one speaks on the bodies of your loved ones that you pave
Tryna cope with grief , find some peace , losing all they sleep
1 decision can change everything.
I aint even know my daddy, but you decided to step up to the plate.
something as simple as a father altered this little girl’s fate.
a father, a young woman’s shield from a world looking to take and take and take.
I had no father but i had a man named Rene.
who decided he’d stick around and give that love and fill that place.
i watched you cry
how i know a man feel pain
when he put that armor away
and is saved instead of always saving the day.
My daddy took his life and God gave me his name
on that day, i became miss Aujané Rene
i don’t speak enough on that fucking day
He altered fate and saved my life
there was no other way
tears fall from my eyes whenever i say his name
if he were here today, i’d really want to say
thank you for giving me a second chance at life.
forever a hero in my eyes, i love you
despite all the pain that you hid and disguised.
you’ll always be more than your suicide.