Poems from Ameenah Elam

Who am I exactly? Or let’s not be so exact. Am I someone who holds a million and one Flimsy facts and stats In the back of my cranium Or…...
There it goes again. Another fist to their jaws, Another bomb to their world That you promised was bombsheltered. They’re sick and tired...
Many are against what makes me me. Usually a pair of converse with cargo pants. A random hoodie that covers this head That holds these...
Life is poetry. The delivery and how you read it Changes its meaning and how it’s interpreted. How you deliver yourself and how you read...
Two hearts shaking under cold pale skin Two minds racing into collisions So traumatic that all they can breathe out is “Why” seems to be...

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