growing up biracial✨ it was at this moment where i began to struggle with self-identity. am i white/black enough? why couldn’t i be both? as an adolescent, people’s comments would frustrate me and i would unconsciously do things to appease ...
winter’s grip is reluctant to let go; a middle child abandoned by spring and fall, winter tears melt on the cheek of summer children and splatter their icy kisses on a bank of fresh snow❄️
Hello!
My name is Mecca-Amirah Jackson and I recently published my first poetry book called inflorescence.
“when i imagined you, i made you taller, broader, louder. i made you with wings, with hair to your waist, breasts round and soft. i made you me. i made you greater. i lost faith in your ability to please me, so instead i dreamed of me. —i dreamed of me
inflorescence is a poetry collection divided into six parts: seedling, blossom, drought, pruning, flourish, and rebirth.
It is the process of flowering. the process of becoming more.”
It is a collection of poems, a timeline from my childhood to now. It is honest, it is raw, and it is my life in verses and rhyme.
Wonderful and imaginative! Full of rich promise…
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Thank you! I totally appreciate it 😀
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You are so very welcome and deserving. K
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Beautiful! You say you have dreams of being an author, my dear you are an author.
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❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ your words touched my heart💕💕 I appreciate you reading my work
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It’s funny how we can get lost in society validating the labels we wish to hold. You are what you do, and I am so happy to have come across your words today.
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your kind words mean everything to me! 💕 I’m glad that you liked my writing, I needed that today ✨💕
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