Poetry | self-made sista circles.

hello loves,

i’m in a sharing mood. it’s been a while since i’ve shared any poetry. i want to. here is something that i am rehearsing and filling my flat with in preparation for the Naturally Crowned Event this saturday. a poem, from the first manuscript.



These self-made sista circles are
You know.
Bullet proof.
That is what upsets and confuses the world.
Can something
So age-old
Last so long
Work so well.
Speak so loudly and in a language so misunderstood
But replicated
Discredited | mispronounced.
We built this,
With sweat and spit flying from our wide laughing black woman mouths
this sistahood did not fall into place,
It drifted naturally
We made this.
Concrete sanctuary with honeycomb walls
Soft and delicate and good for us
On the inside.
Hard and uninviting on the outside.
You are not welcome here.
Me and my sisters, we are at home
In each other
And pretending not to hear you banging down our doors.

-these self-made sista circles are erupting.


ra ra bl
ra ra lll
 black woman portrait | shining, while in darkness

Thank you for reading what i write.

Amara Amaryah.


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