(died March 18th, 2008)
by Beverly Henry, CCWF
We spoke very seldom
we even worked at the same prison factory
without warning you left work one day and never returned.
I spotted you in the prison medication line and noticed how you secretly slid your antiviral pack into your pocket and slowly walked away.
I wanted to talk to you then but I simply passed you with a smile.
Then I hear from your friends and cell mates that Sista K is really sick and our medical providers are refusing to evaluate you.
The more I hear about your symptoms the more I find you on my mind; a part of me knows why your health is failing in spite of you telling me ?it?s leukemia.?
When I could no longer wait for medical to call for you, I pushed your wheelchair as we talked that warm afternoon and I left you in their care.
Finally, someone would help you.
My only regret, Sista K, is that I was too late!
Rest in Peace.
March 20th, 2008
Too late for Sista K!
