Poems from Jakayla
I let my hair down
and it poofed in a matter of seconds
I loved it, my Angela Davis look
But they said no, straighter, longer, lighter
So...
I won’t cry over spilled milk
But I’ll yell into the heavens
because of bumps, scars and bruises
Emotionally ruined
Battered by hatred’s...
Enjoyed moments of backward penetration
Commotion of body parts I had no idea existed
unlocked with every touch
Calling his name while I...
While he painted her face
with different tones of blue
blotches of purple’s many shades
interrupted by dripping red
clear lines streaming...