poems – Page 11 – Mecca-Amirah Jackson

buttermilk tresses

February 17, 2022February 14, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

buttermilk tresses you were the buttermilk tresses underneath a nestof black rot. a pretty, pale face atop a map of speed bumps and landmines. love like yours should come with a warning sign. you were once mine but now, you are not. will that perfume you always spray conceal the rot? https://www.amazon.com/night-bloomer-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1670486699/ref=sr_1_2?qid=1643590452&refinements=p_27%3AMecca-Amirah+Jackson&s=books&sr=1-2&text=Mecca-Amirah+Jackson

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el dorado

February 15, 2022January 31, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

el dorado a hammer to loose leaf, you treaded in the mysterious pool of me. you marveled at my beauty. how long you lingered on my curves and smile. you sank down and swallowed me.i was swift when i surrounded you, almost like lightening when i retreated. you brought a map when you discovered how [...]

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medulla oblongata

February 13, 2022January 31, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

medulla oblongata could you ever forgive me if i told you all the liesi weaved were truths? i told you i hated you; your essence, your being, the way you close your eyes when you dream big, but i was lying–in my lazy pursuit to erase you from my medulla oblongata. you were too much [...]

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moth wings and fireflies

February 7, 2022January 31, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

moth wings and fireflies why does the sound of my own heart beating bring me to such a level of gloom and misery? applause, for whom? each beat, stutter, repeat, reminds me of my mortality. my powerlessness.my limbs are nothing more than tamed appendages; why could we have notbeen fabricated with feathered wings? buttery scales? [...]

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Asc(ent)

February 5, 2022January 29, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

Asc(ent) † the birds bid me farewell; i am sad to see them go. the trees knew me the longest; they were present for my sorrow.when i fell to my knees, night after confusing knight, the leaves became my home. my safe haven. my slice of heaven when home no longer felt like home. i [...]