posts – Page 7 – Mecca-Amirah Jackson

Poetry, Short Story/Prose, Thoughtful, thoughts

Pain, Love, Depression, and Joy

November 8, 2016February 6, 2017by Mecca_Amirah1 Comment

“Everyone has written about pain; what makes it unique to you?” My pain is early, unbeknownst to my psyche until I became misinformed and mislead through others ambivalence. My pain levitates in the middle of two races. My pain is centuries long, my pain is past skin, hair, features, curves. My pain flickers and [...]

Poetry, Short Story/Prose, Thoughtful

This feeling…

November 2, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

This feeling is almost like yellow-white lightening. An unnamed taste that cannot easily part from my lips, I crave the zest of this element yet, I cannot name the feeling it awakens within me. I will search the highest of tides and the lowest beams of yellow-eyed predators until I am able to name [...]

feminism, Poetry

The curse of Patriarchy

October 25, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

Do you wish me to be as miserable as you? I am told me to be strong, independent, opinonated and proud yet you tell me to quiet down...why is that? Am I too strong for you? When you hunch over and hide your body to take up less space, I valiantly step forward, head thrown [...]

Poetry

Lunch Time Rush

October 24, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

The press of hot bodies parts like a dead sea. 1:30 on the dot, and I step out of California Pizza Kitchen and step in the crisp Jersey air. I whistle as I walk along, my eyes scanning over frozen silhouettes swaddled in spindles of threads crafted by hurried, child-like hands. A leggy blonde [...]

Poetry

Stellification

October 16, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_Amirah1 Comment

I declare war on the stars who continue to plague me with answers to questions without margins. Do the celestial beings way up above pity us mortals whose wings were clipped eons ago? downcast and reticent, I withdraw with each phase of the moon– my righteous anger boiling past boiling point. Does the moon [...]