Amy Winehouse would have been celebrating her 40th birthday today. I wrote this poem soon after her death in 2011 as part of my ‘Side One’ collection of the time drawing on my favourite music artists. Of course, I never met her or even saw her perform live, but tried to imagine what she might write That was the concept of that collection at the time.
Crinkled headlines on my forehead showing my tabloid age,
your front pages only had time for me when you were in my face.
So, now I’m memorable and kind of unforgettable
I’ve gone to another place.
Stars like me fall they say ‘cos we get so high
but stars like me shine in the big black sky.
I wasn’t always a picture of happiness
but you know what nor were you even at your best.
I had a great voice.
One of those inexplicable things that weren’t my choice.
So, as this circus waits for my posthumous third album release
for all my faults I’ll have to flop in the charts before you’ll let me half Rest In Peace.
Thanks to my family. Thanks to my friends.
Thanks to my fans. This is where the story ends.
Nobody has the right to write about me, especially a nobody who never knew me like you!
Only each and every one of us can understand what each and every one of us goes through.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
