inflorescence, night-bloomer

inflorescence & night-bloomer

  My bought mom these lovely flowers- I could not help but take a picture ❤ https://www.amazon.com/night-bloomer-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1717321941/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1540910377&sr=1-1&dpID=51joGKEHghL&preST=_SY291_BO1,204,203,200_QL40_&dpSrc=srch    https://www.amazon.com/inflorescence-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1720828369/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1540910377&sr=1-3&dpID=51h9sX6ebvL&preST=_SY291_BO1,204,203,200_QL40_&dpSrc=srch                

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Poetry

i concede…

no greater need than to see that smile wiped off that pretty face... i concede to these emotions, these feelings that crawl up my throat and demand to be let out... i reform to be better, do better through you. you will be my canvas; your pain the paint, the horror stamped on your face,… Continue reading i concede…

Poetry

paradise was a garden

paradise was a garden of comely serpents and coming-over-my-place-to-cuddle-around-noon. we were there, flowers underneath a hook-shaped moon: larger than life but tamed to a future speckled with green hues. artists, dreamers, the lovers cup that never seemed wholly full-it was a simple life, but for us... it was enough.

Poetry

sights never heard

a lack of pain, hope, joy in the midst of a rowdy crowd, smells i’ve never tasted, sights never heard, i am empty. empty not broken; broken can be repaired, sealed off with cement, but empty, empty is a state where you try in vain to fill this hole but you lose yourself in the… Continue reading sights never heard

Poetry

maiden of flowers

you split the earth apart, just to capture my heart. persephone, maiden of flowers, maiden of dewy thighs, and rounded breasts, you were rich of land but poor of company, duty-bound but smitten. sprouting from the earth, they call me damsel instead of bringer of life, harbinger of men. reluctant instead of queen, but i… Continue reading maiden of flowers

inflorescence, Poetry

summertime sadness

I will never apologize for being too strong, too outspoken, too bright in a world that swallows lies and humbly accepts the darkness. no, not when ive crawled to the top. no longer will i be on my knees, no longer will i beg. because i never want to suffer such betrayal again.   https://www.amazon.com/inflorescence-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1981171738/ref=redir_mobile_desktop?_encoding=UTF8&dpID=41k9XtyUpJL&dpPl=1&keywords=mecca-amirah%20jackson&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_QL65&qid=1514054983&ref=plSrch&ref_=mp_s_a_1_1&sr=8-1… Continue reading summertime sadness