We love you when you were up

Couldn’t wait to hate when you were down

Backs turned no one to face

Now you feel disgraced

Ms. Houston had a problem

We offered no solutions

When you sang it felt like negative degrees with no coat

Beauty like asthma without an inhaler

 Pressure prevailed

Damaged done

Justice just undone

You said the King of Pop was the last time

Ironic irony

An Angel nonetheless

We were blessed

The Voice, The Legend, The Icon

Whitney Elizabeth Houston (R.I.P.)