Could It Be Poem by Jamieka Holmes

In a vision I’ve seen it though I didn’t know it was me
over a casket people are leaning
but I couldn’t see the face
place crowded and overheated
folks wall to wall, no room to be seated
standing room only, a space full of people
though I never felt so lonely
getting sat on, stepped on and ignored
I’m being treated as if I’m no more

Then I heard a voice, a cry so familiar
it was the sound of my mother, oh I have to comfort her
just then my brother leaned over and offered his shoulder
I tried to console her and join in the love
but they just hugged and left me out

I wonder what was the matter, why was I being treated this way
so I walked down to my aunts, cousins and friends from back in the day
they all were seated and crying as the choir sang hymns of celebration.

Commotion arose and faces became clear
I walked over to the casket and it was me in there
I’m starting to realize why people are acting as if I’m no longer here.