BLOOMING
Poems by Jalen Taylor

 


About

Nephesh
  1. Nephesh 
  2. Deaf Ears 
  3. Eye Spy 
  4. My Evils & My Sanctuary 
  5. Growth 
  6. Going Out 
  7. Vent 
  8. Reborn 
  9. Hunger 
  10. Once 
  11. Essence of Life 
  12. Work 
  13. Fogetting 
  14. Whitley
  15. People of America 
  16. Visibility 
  17. Voiceless in America 
  18. Take Space


The Uncovering
  1. 3 
  2. Mirror Mirror 


Prayers & Revelations 
  1. When Love 
  2. The Lesson
  3. Affirmations 
  4. Cycles 
  5. Repetition 


Archive 
  1. Transitions of my state of mind 
  2. Beauty? 
  3. My Kings 
  4. Bruh Please 
  5. Revive 
  6. The Beauty in Your Scars 
  7. Soul Ties 
  8. Bloodstained Hands 
  9. Journeys End 








    Hunger


    They say don’t look at someone else’s plate.

    But I couldn’t help to salivate at what you ate.

    Fragrant and appealing.

    Steamy and hot.

    I want what you got.

    My plate don’t look that great.

    Dammed and bland I can’t stomach this man.

    I want what you go all nice and hot.

    Pushed aside my plate cause I want that, it looks great.

    Unable to eat got me beat.

    Mad and deranged over the joy that it brought you

    when I fought for something hot.

    I want what you got because it

    don’t look like what I got.

    What I got to do be like you?

    Cause obviously being me is not where it wants to be.

    So, I tear up the house to find some clout to fill my

    plate with something other than hate.

    To no avail I have nothing to show other

    than a hung head and a hunger for it all.

    I sit back.

    Look at my plate and contemplate what is

    on this plate that I hate.

    Consumed by hunger, I bite what I was

    trying too hard to fight.

    Surprised that it feed my appetite.

    Cherishing every bite against the plight I

    desperately tried to fight.

    All cause I wanted what you got.





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