melt my uniqueness away, perm my roots, and bleach my skin until no black remains– but don't they know, that my black is beautiful?
Tag: flowers
in my presence
he was tall before many but fell short in my presence. A disaster with no quandary, no cursory decelerations by dawn's promiscuous hues, crested as the serpentine trails of tears, shed like skin– flakey and delicate as moths, as ash fell like rain drops as I tipped my head back and laughed.
Petals Falling Like Stars
Petals falling like stars A fate much fortunate, The date most peculiar to the unwarranted event, Trees, twisted and grotesque, bear gold fruits, with zesty skins and bitter, thick juices. Crimson clotted on cracked lips, And eyes rimmed with black tears Saltless and swimming with tar and rosemary, She slovenly danced in the spritz of laughing [...]
Fading Youth
Youth is like a plucked rose– loved with avarice eyes and guarded in a well-lit shell that decomposes with the stench of capricious fertilizer. She is pretentiously trimmed and tailored, fashioned in a glass vase, voluptuous shapes, undulating in throes of desire (a gift from snobby Sarah from Westchestor! ) Fiji water tepid, seventy-five degrees of adulterated dampness. Under the artificial, [...]
Night Bloomer
Leila felt particularly witchy as she donned her favorite dress, bodice tight, her abundance of hair, a myriad of colors, curls loose and tight, and her eyes coated in gold and slashed with kohl. ... Tonight is the night, she whispers to herself. ... Head in the clouds as she races to her destination, her [...]
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 