you’re so beautiful when you laugh
at night i swear you look like you could swallow the stars
or at least swallow the scars
and stories of the women who came before you.
see how your hair torments the sky
thick curls that blot out the sun
eclipsing the city into the hue
of your grandfathers
your father wanted to name you
after a wet season
he wanted to explain
why the rain falls;
just so that it can taste your skin
dip into your collar bone
drip down your shoulder blades
and on rare occasions when no one is looking
and your head is tilted back,
rush into your open mouth.
for women like you
death comes in the body of a lustful man,
and the earth can’t want to bury itself
look at you,
cloaked in god’s skin.
only in his name could you exist so bright.
I’m always underlining my books
Jess C. by J.S. Weis
30” x 20”, ink
Just a reminder
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE
THEY ARE LITERALLY, ACTIVELY AGAINST EQUALITY
this country is a huge fucking joke.
Anonymous said: Do you ever write haiku? If so, would you have any advise for writing them?
Haikus are frustrating. Syllables make me mad. Good luck on your journey, friend.
destruction. 09 16 14.
i wrote this for my friend, zaeema. on instagram, she had requested that i write whatever came to mind when i think of the word: destruction. the poem turned into something much more than i thought it would— a reflection on global warming and how we all need to do our part to help each other.
so this one is for her, thank you for your support and never ending kindness. i do not think of destruction when i think of you, only beginnings and a kind soul who deeply loves justice and people.
thank you to all my followers as well. your support has been amazing! i do it all for you. my poems on tumblr are still catching up to my poems on instagram. so if you like to see some of my more recent work, please follow me on instagram. love you all.
with all my love,