Page 89 - Carrollton 1989

Edda Leenise Fields
April 10, 1972
Miami, FL

You ask me “why 1 like her.” Nay I cannot, nay I
will not say. I think it vile to pigeon hole the pros
and cons of a kindred soul. You "wonder she
should be my friend.” But then why should you
comprehend? Thank God for this-a-new surprise:
my eyes, remember, are not your eyes. Cherish
this one small mystery and marvel not that love
can be. “In spite of all her many flaws.” In spite?
Supposing I said, “Because.” A truce, a truce to
questioning. We two are friends tells everything.
Yet if you must know, this is why: because she is
she and I am I.
— E.V. Lucas

Edda Leenise. . . Edda L ee. . . Edie L ee. Edie. Edible . . Thank God my
mom didn’t name me Cotton Patrick, I’m, not arrogant, I’m just better
than you . April, I ain’t the way you found me. You were right the first time.
I’m not shy, I am a snob . you better change your wicked w ays. . fit and
fly . . scoping. . . put some motion in your ocean. . a walk that’s set to
music please shug take it to the limit one more time Kim, you’re the
key to my peace of mind . Mary Joe, thanks again for being my friend and
shining your light on my life. You know you’re still the one. No one else could
ever know the part of me that can’t let go let go, let God . you slay
m e. . spare m e . . . it’s my prerogative. . . I don’t play with children. . . Kifty,
where’s my gifty? hi Prissiepoo! let me introduce you to my friend,
Manual L abor. . . something to lose life and limb over. . . I’m abandoning
you? Maj, YOU’RE ABANDONING ME!! you just can’t get ahead, no
matter what you do. . Catherine, you independently mobile people kill
me . . there’s truth in every joke . whatever gets you through the night .1
can’t compete with the corner don’t tell ’em what you’re thinking Prom
’87, documented on film. . ain’t no half steppin’. . killin’ spirits. . hold
on stop the madness EMORY BOUND . from my lips to God’s ear
. play crazy. . . if you can’t convince ’em, confuse ’em . Mommy and
Daddy, thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go. I don’t think I
said I love you nearly enough. . . stand by m e . . . it’s my tu rn . . .

“Those school girl days of telling tales anc
biting nails are gone. But in my mind, I know
they will live on and on. How do you thank
someone who has taken you from crayons to
perfume? the time has come for closing
books, and long lost loves must end. And as I
leave, I know that I am leaving my best friend, a
friend who taught me right from wrong and
weak from strong, that’s a lot to learn The
memories will live on and on!!
“To Sir, With Love”
My mind is filled to the rim with memories. I’ve
spent some good times and met some friends
I’ll never forget. You know, looking back, I
wonder why I was in such a hurry to leave it all
behind.
— Burrow