Ode to Jamia &her wicked sense of self

Ode to Jamia &her wicked sense of self

I pencil in black lines to form edges where there are none
Some say edgy is a good thing, so I’m gon go head &draw me some

Tilt my linear to form sharp circles that peak& point &sometimes bend
Creating something that is no longer a circle, unique from center to the very end

If I could fake what is considered normal &for a little while experience quiet
I would trade in a bit of this which bubbles in queer regions &put myself on a strict diet

–> but only for a second; cause the straight & narrow ain’t always clear
Purple stains blot locked hearts& brains when they refuse to feel &hear

As I smudge the edge a bit, I add the color and it begins to blend
until no longer there is a boundary between where there is end and I begin

by Khadijah Ali-Coleman

from the book Revisionist Tale

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