She Was So Beautiful (in remembrance of Ninny)

"Y u won'cho hair like dat?", she asked me.

(it was 90 years after her first day)


Her vibrating eyes neared blindness.
Her hands shook as they reached.
Her ear canal was plugged with plastic machinery.
(...i guess it helped)

"I love my locs Ninny," I replied.

Her teeth were artificial.
Her skin was wrinkled.
Her body troubled her.

"How u s'pose 2 git a job lookin' like dat?", she questioned.

Her voice trembling.
Her memory fading.
Her hair thinning.

She was my Earth Angel.
She was so beautiful.
She was my heaven.