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...