poem
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Toe Rotten
I am just a body—A body with words inscribed,With meanings taped over my mouth,And phrases to my thighs. I am just a body.My body belongs to guys.I’m wholly unaware of pleasure‘Til any of them tries. I am just a body.My brows are smartly drawn.Atop white skin they furrowAtop brown skin they spawn . I am… Continue reading
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black girl magic
BLACK femininityunfailingly strong, what’s my identity?you want my patience, my complacence, or else I’m the enemy. any human emotionquick to turn a friend into a frenemy. you want my ass and my hips,my breasts, and nothing between.sexualize me but call me whorewhen you don’t get the attention you seek. fantasize my breath in your earbut… Continue reading
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hate me, love you
to know you i would have given anything for that. you existed in a world outside my bubble, a planet on an alternate path. our worlds collided, and i wasn’t preparedfor you to knock me off my axis while i stopped and stared. “i never realize the effect i have on people.” you peered into… Continue reading
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7 Days of Sue
There was a time I gave you everything.I put all the pieces of myself in a little black box,Put a pink ribbon on top,And left it at your doorstep.I rang the bell and ran away.I hid in the bushes to see how you’d react,But you didn’t.You didn’t open the door that night.It was as if… Continue reading
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It’s My Birthday
It’s my birthday. It’s my birthday, and you were supposed to be here. You were supposed to laugh as I blew out my candles, To make the flames stutter over the birthday cake shaped like my heart. Your voice, thin and wiry, would reach out to me, Would stretch across the acres of our friends, Who would taunt you for singing… Continue reading
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Inhabiting Icarus
Like sunshine. Like sunshine filtering through the blinds first thing in the morning, In the living space between asleep and awake. Like a single beam of sunlight penetrating a small corner of the window screen, Wisps of wind causing the room to feel drafty. Enough that you summon the energy to drag yourself out of bed,To slip into fur-lined… Continue reading
About Me
Hi, I’m Mikayah Parsons (she/her/hers). When my nose isn’t buried in books, you’ll often find me writing poetry that documents how my various identities intersect on a larger national and global scale. In addition, I’m a student at Amherst College occupying roles in Dining Services, the Wellness Team, the Diversity Outreach Intern Team, and the History Department as a Student Office Assistant. I have a podcast called “Feeling FLI” that aims to bridge the gap between low-income students and elite colleges. Please feel free to reach out with any comments, questions, or suggestions! :)