In honor of my friend Shurli.
You lived a “good, hard” life, from the dumpster and the drugs and the thugs, from the street to the small apartment in town, “doin’ the program,” and stirring people up with your wisdom and music and poetry and just bein’ you. Thank you, Shurli. You live on in your family, your second family, your songs and your poems.
“I can do bad all by myself, Messing up I don’t need nobody else
And if I get in trouble from my doin’ wrong, I don’t need no one taggin’ along.
When shove come to push, And push comes to shove
Don’t play on me baby and then call it love
I may need someone to care about me, But as long as it’s a game
I’ll just let it be.
From nowhere to nowhere, Ain’t nowhere at all
And I’m not ready to stumble and fall
So get on with your life or leave it behind
Cause it’s ancient history, And I am not blind.
I may like your body, I may like your face
But nowhere to nowhere leaves a bad taste
And if we meet someplace at last
Let’s move on with our lives, Forgetting the past.”
“Nowhere to Nowhere,” Zebra Blues by Shurli Grant (2003)
*Shurli was a tough-hide woman of mixed race, hence she called herself a “zebra.”