Poems from Jakayla

Emory University '16
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...