JADA

A poem straight from the heart

‘U R the omega of my heart The foundation 4 my conception of Love When I think of what a black woman should be Its u that I First think of

U will never fully understand How Deeply my Heart Feels 4 u I worry that we'll grow apart And I'll end up losing u 

U bring me 2 climax without sex And u do it all with regal grace U r my heart in Human Form A Friend I could never replace’  

-Tupac Amaru Shakur 

‘The omega of my heart’, is a grasping line, oozing endearment. ‘Omega’ has connotations of being, ‘last’, in Greek, insinuating Jada be his last love. Slightly oxymoronic, as she seems to be his first. It makes me empathise greatly because, have you ever loved someone so much, that you maintain a friendship to just keep them in your life? Regardless of excruciatingly painful it is. This is beautifully tragic because Tupac chance of a last love was robbed by death.

Being ‘the foundation of [Tupac’s] conception of love suggests that he’d loved her from the start, subconsciously guiding him through the neverending aspects of love he’d never felt before.  He goes on to preach, ‘how [she] will never fully understand how deeply [his] heart feels for her’, this, I find, is heartbreaking. Considering Tupac’s death in 1995, Jada  will never really understand. 

The 3rd stanza, ‘2 climax’, shows how enraptured Pac was by her, spiritually, emotionally, and intellectually, outside of physical contact, ultimately without sex. This I hold in high regards, due to how rap, at the time, revolves around sex and expressing such concepts was wildly popular, Tupac being one of them. 

 Pac portrays Jada as a classy bliss, describing her as, ‘his heart in human form’, the depth of this line is beyond what is offered at the surface. He’s referring to Miss Pinkett as potientially everything his heart desires and the passion it bares, saying she is irreplaceable and almost something he needs in order to survive. 

Wise words from a thug, as he, himself, Tupac, tries to captivate her in the best way he knows how, poetry- the root of rap.