U, come from
That flesh? Of which?
The one that mirrors your hue?
Or, the one whose darkness seeps through?
Those wires that make up your being
are gradient sand particles aligned to the composure of one.
One code of imperfectability perfectly pasteurized
for the exposure of you to the eyes of the undeserved.
Do you believe? Do you fault?
Why subject yourself to a beauty of no scale
instead of raising your particles to the infinity power
to say
I Come From That Flesh. Yes.
Alligatoridae
There are black stretches of danger
living on an island, surrounded
by a nothingness of darkened water
impaled by the pollution of man
yet still existing in harmony.
There are black stretches of danger
hunted for their skin
killed for a natural behavior
left piled as a message
if you kill one; we kill all.
There are black stretches of danger,
only because of perception,
living as they are, bothering none
hunted for personal pleasures
killed for being them
in this world you decided to claim as your own.
There are black stretches of danger,
Endangered, trying to live
but are hunted by _______________.
Jami’L Carter is a poet, fiction writer, and filmmaker. She holds a Bachelor’s degree in English from Southeastern Louisiana University and is pursuing an MFA in Film at the University of New Orleans. Since her youth, Jami’L has utilized writing to express her storytelling and truths. A young creative, she thrives to impact the world the best way she knows how, with her writing. She can be contacted at directorjca7@gmail.com. Her poetry can be found in Passengers Journal and on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/jthapoet/.
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