If I die
Tell me how flawed I used to be before I become better
If I die
Let them know that my poems are grasping for attention
If I die
Let them celebrate the man I was not the man they made me out to be
If I die
Let them know that I took criticism as a blessing of my work
If I die
Criticism fuelled me into greatness
If I die
Let them mourn me sufficiently
Until my poems are monuments- build
If I die
Let them know I didn’t care about what people said behind my back
If I die
Let blood and tears nourish the oiled aged eyes
Of them mourners
If I die
Let them know that it’s okay not to smoke or drink alcohol not just to fit in
Let them know that you can never be yourself by pretending to be someone else
If I die
My words will speak beyond my grave
If I die
I would be aged like fine wine sipping
If I die
Let them know that I was a soldier of words
I bought words to them to give salutes and standing ovations
If I die
Remember you are my elegance of true love
You are my eve