81 years of your words
channeling ties to writers
before you–Baldwin, your
brother-in-verse can breathe
easier now.
heaven has its two wordplayers
in one space again, what will
it do?
we’ll miss your timeless
poetry, your swaying voice,
and your infectious smile.
holiday havoc meshes with
upcoming winter cheer, and
a world without you can
only hold on to your spirit.
you fade into black . . .
your final number,
an encore.
Rest in Power, Nikki Giovanni. Your words live on–and through them, so do you. Amen.
A Cornered Gurl 
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