earth – Mecca-Amirah Jackson

The Elements

January 28, 2020January 27, 2020by Mecca_Amirah3 Comments

Can we escape our fate? Or is destiny spun by a thread of three? Mecca-Amirah questions whether we can reshape our fate with her latest poetry collection Weightless. Centering her focus on the four elements: Fire, Earth, Air, and Water, Jackson leaves her readers breathless with her exhilarating new project. Check out Weightless here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1672090857/ref=x_gr_w_bb_sin?ie=UTF8&tag=x_gr_w_bb_sin-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1672090857&SubscriptionId=1MGPYB6YW3HWK55XCGG2 [...]

Poetry

i am ready to start over

July 19, 2018July 18, 2018by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

ive finally found clarity... this new, alien feeling, i will treat it as if is it was a fledging tree. i will be tender with its root and I will sit back and watch with unparalleled awe at what i accomplished. green-thumb, green eyes darken to a lovely amber, i am ready to start over [...]

Poetry

and then you were gone…

July 18, 2018July 18, 2018by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

i woke up and then you were gone- i searched high and low, beneath a waning tree, and by that boy’s house who once said he was going to marry me. maybe one day I’ll accept the truth: that a love that is honest and true scared you more than the demons whispering in my [...]

Poetry

stuck in the past

July 18, 2018by Mecca_Amirah3 Comments

i think you are still stuck in the past; trapped in an endless sleep cycle of should have’s and maybe’s. it’s a treacherous thing, to fall asleep lonely; waking up facing the left side and your heart grumbling as if it’s hungry. but as of lately, instead of facing reality, you close your eyes and [...]

Poetry, Thoughtful

like fertilizer

May 28, 2017May 28, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

i wish i could garden from my concrete walls. could i spread my petals from between window panels? does thorns pierce through manmade as easily as he pierced through my heart? if heartbreak could be cultivated and harvested, spritzed with pesticides and doused in the misery- mist of polluted lies and boys who swear they [...]