Arinola's "My Jewel" is a short, angry poem about losing a woman the speaker loves. He opens by cursing life itself, calling it a "sick deprived Bitch," and the blunt language shows how raw his feelings are. Life, in his eyes, gave him someone rare and precious, let him cherish her, and then took her away just as he understood her worth.
The loss feels cruel because it is so deliberate. Life's "ruthlessly cold fingers" seem to snatch her, and its whisper that she "belongs to another" turns the loss into something fated rather than chosen. The poem doesn't say whether she has died, left, or moved on to someone else, so the reader has to decide what kind of loss this is.
The last lines shift the mood from rage to quiet resignation. The speaker admits he was never hers to own either, and the trailing dots suggest he is still struggling to accept it. What remains is bitterness mixed with sorrow and reluctant acceptance.