Thursday, January 9, 2014

In Memory of Lamonika Gyant

God sent one of His Angels to the earthly grounds,
She arrived and said, "God said it's time to come home child."
I got up and put on a white gown and white slippers,
The angel said, "Turn around and let me zip ya'."

I asked, "Can you tell me what I'm gonna b walking into?"
She replied, "That's only for God to do."
I stood there for a moment thinking about how my children would feel,
Then I screamed out, "God take care of them for me if you will."

Tears started to roll down my cheeks in a fast pace,
The ground was no longer under my feet, I was up in a clouded space.
Turned to look back down at the grounds below,
The angel said, "When God calls...you juss have to go."

Terrence 'Tadpole' Daniels I wish there was an easier way to do this,
No last moments, no last hugs, no last kiss.
Juss know that even though my body will be motionless, buried below
My love still lives...It did not go.

Menyon, Trinity and Zachary I know you don't understand,
But I ask God to explain it to you when you can.
God promised to be with you every moment while I'm away,
I did not leave you behind, God juss said I could not stay.

If ever you need to be comforted about my leaving...dad is there,
Whatever you're feeling...know that those feelings you can always share.
Talk to me as you've always done, I will be listening close,
My love for you is and will always be unconditional...so...

I juss want you to know that heaven is where I am,
My love is right there where you are.
I juss want you to know that God is here with me,
And I'll always be right there in your heart.

Tadpole, please tell everyone I love them.

Heaven Bound,
Lamonika Gyant


(Written by Leukemiona "Shala" 1/9/2014)

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Poem in memory of Coates Scott aka Kayo Redd to his mother Deb Antney & brother Waka Flocka

I saw on Facebook where the brother of Waka Flocka and son of Deb Antney has passed on. I wanted to write these words in hopes that they help, heal and save. So I write:


Mama, I was looking for the words to say,
The perfect words to kinda clear up the sadness on ur face.
The words to make dealing with my death a little more easier,
But I know there's nothing I can say that's gonna stop the hurt in ya'.

Coates Scott aka Kayo Redd found dead - was the headline,
I know ur screaming loud, "No! No! It's not time."
I can see the tears in ur eyes and the wet path they leave when falling down ur face,
I can see the hurt in ur eyes...I hate I caused u so much pain.

I don't know exactly wut words I could use to explain what I did,
I really don't think there are any that could console a mother who juss lost a kid.
Mama, I neva wanted to hurt you...neva wanted to leave u feeling this way,
Came the time. Came the moment. Came a reason. Came the day.

Juss know that I love you and I juss don't have the words to explain this,
Not the words that I'm looking for to make it all a little less painless.
If I could go back in time and take a moment juss to let you know I love you and give you a hug,
Juss to see your smile, look in your eyes and feel your touch.

Waka...devastated and torn up is the way you're feeling...I know,
Thinking in that dang brain of yours..."Man...wut the phuk u go & do that fo'."
All I can say is that I'm sorry for not leaving an explanation of why,
Or betta yet taking the time to sit down and write a letter telling u & mama bye-bye.

Time heals all wounds they say...that's the selfish way of me saying u will be alright,
The pain that I felt was too much to handle...I could no longer put up the fight.
I love you dude...I always will. I juss hope one day you'll find it in your heart to forgive me,
I know I'm gone and I know it's wrong to have you lose another brother...so quickly.

A hurting heart turns into pain.
A feeling of no way out crashes the brain.
Life seems to give no reason to live.
Suicide becomes easier than it is.

God loves and He comforts,
I ask that He continues to watch ova you.
God loves and He heals,
He promised to see you all the way through.

What I didn't take...Is my love,
Coates Scott "Kayo Redd"

(Written by Leukemiona "Shala" 1/2/2014)

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

A Poem to T.I.P from the homie Doe B

I read an article that T.I. had lost one of his Hustle Gang artist, Doe B, on December 28, 2013. Time after time we hear about these senseless murders and my heart go out to all those affected. Not only was Doe B a victim; there was a young lady by the name of Kimberle Johnson who died as well. As always, my God put it on my heart to write this poem for T.I. It is my hope that he get to read it.


On December 28th I was G'd up and enjoying myself
Club crowded, drinks in the air and the music was loud and bumping.
Just chilling and letting the nights moments pass me by
I didn't have plans on there being no shootings or nothing.

Then an angel approached me...all white, smiling and feet lifted
Said, "God told me to come and get you. Doe B He said and He was specific."
Didn't know what to think at that moment cos I had neva seen an angel befo'
Mean...I've seen them in books and cards but not face-to-face saying, "Come on, let's go."

On my travel to the hospital my mind began to race
Had questions about what was going to happen after leaving this place.
It's hard to explain and I know it's even harder to understand
Though we have questions we know it's all in God's plan.

T.I., I just want to thank you for everything you've done
Gon' miss you dude but I'll be constantly sending down my love.
Sitting here thinking about the laughs we shared and jokes played
You were a good friend to me and I'm just happy for the memories saved.

Make sure and tell my kids that I love them, those living and the unborn one on the way
Kiss them for me and let them know that their daddy didn't just up and run away.
Tell them that in due time God will straighten the confusion they feel
Tell them though I'm chillin' in heaven...my love for them still lives.

You don't think about the importance of showing love until it's no longer there
We juss live life as we live it until eye-to-eye with death we stare.
Make sure to love hard, live right and give while you can
Don't let them forget me homie. And to all I give a Hustle Gang Stand.

Remember me always,
Doe B

(Written by Leukemiona "Shala" 1/1/2014)