When Billie Holiday died
(for all our sins)
all she had was $500
taped to the inside of her thigh
she had no condos, no real estate,
no expensive cars, no elegant furniture
no swiss bank accounts
had she lived
all those things
would have been hers
but she died in 1959
before any of them
were possible
never in her wildest dreams
could she imagine the extent of her fame
or how many lives would be touched by her
she had lived a life
of dizzying highs
and treacherous lows
and all she had to
to show for it
was an understanding
of life
and how to communicate it
through words
and music
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem