If I died today
People would talk.
They’d talk about my potential and how good I could have been,
If the cruel hands of death hadn’t taken me away.
They’d say it was a shame and how “oh she could have been.”
She could have been a writer her mind flowed with ideas
She could have been a teacher her wisdom exceeded her years.
She could have been billionaire…an African woman on Forbes
She could have been a mother, a wife and so much more.
She could have done so much and been good at it too.
Cause in high school she shone so bright, she was one of the few.
She was the one to watch. The one to emulate.
She was the one to be successful the one to be great.
Yes, they’ll all gather around my grave and in the midst of the tears and mourning
They’ll say she could have been the one as the funeral’s adjourning
They wouldn’t be able to imagine that the mighty could’ve fallen
That the world could have got the better of me and no I wouldn’t be balling’
No they’d say “She could have been anything cause the world was her oyster”
They’d say all that cause no one wants to imagine that a dead person would have faltered.
And that’s why I would rather die for fear of the unknown –
That I could be leading a country or out selling smoke.
If I live I could falter and then the talk would turn bad
From oh she how could have been great to oh she was so sad.
It’s ironic how after I die the talk about me would all be good.
They’ll say I was beautiful and never bad, just misunderstood.
So let me just die now. Stay in the ground to rot,
Cause I’d rather my story end with a “She could have been” than with a “She was not.”