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june+july as i experienced it. travel, first apartments, graduation and all the emotions you go through when the sun is in cancer | poetry diaries.

photography: @fatimalidu (twiiter)

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blog: https://amaraamaryah.wordpress.com/2017/11/26/june-july-journeying-a-little-harder/

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Amara Amaryah, 2017.

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the reality is,

We must decide for ourselves when we are Women.

When we are Woman.

When we are allowed to decide what it is we are to call it

and to who

and in which dialect

and we must trust our Mothers not to laugh us out of the room

When we speak with voices we have not meant to sound like theirs

with our suggestions and Womanly Womanly eyes and the slanted corners

where the hurt lives

and the joy

and the delicate laughter

and the realer, rougher one

and the silence.

We must agree.

upon which date we must dress ourselves in our Woman.

take it out of the wooden wardrobe,

dust it with unshaking hands

hang up our Girlhood

remember to pull the sleeves out, not to make a fool of our intentions.

We must not hurry down into it,

We must walk and smile and greet

as though invited

into ourselves

just as We had talked about

just as We had dreamed about.

- When We are Women

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why do you think that i am infinite i am not. i am trying to unlearn what i heard when you whispered that i had no ending. i have ending i have depth that must end for the betterment of myself and i have guidelines that tell me when i have gone too far you have gone too far. but i am eternal and i am a grandchild of the sun. i am immortal then i am eternal but i am not of the infinite.

- infinity is not eternity

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is it wrong to want to be but not read a proverb or to crave magic in doses even though you have been told it is forbidden. or to speak in sermons without mention of god. or to hate things but swear never to hate people. or to pray with eyes open while surrounded with mess and dirt and ugliness. or to cry a cry that scars the throat and then never address it again or to call your mother god in secret because you know she will call it blasphemy. - even though it is not scripture, perhaps it is unwritten

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recycle this mood please:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YY2-mrsXgMM&feature=share

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last year, the sky spoke to me in all sorts of languages and i stopped to listen and observe and was encouraged to repeat what i heard but i think i got selfish and hid all of her secrets and poems. i hid them. i told them to myself and mixed them into my own vocabulary until i couldn’t rid them from my mouth until they became more than me until i could speak them audibly convincingly it’s hard to breathe out words you dont believe in so i took them away and became them. and now, at the end of it all i spread myself out for all to read, and share myself as openly as the sunset does to the world as she did to me, as she taught me - so easily, so vulnerably.

- upon learning to be vulnerable.

amaryah.

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afropunk london, September 16. Power to the people. • IG: amara.amaryah blog: www.amaraamaryah.wordpress.com

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afropunk london, September 16. Power to the people. • IG: amara.amaryah blog: www.amaraamaryah.wordpress.com

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epitome of: afropunk london, September 2016. Power to the People. • IG: amara.amaryah blog: www.amaraamaryah.wordpress.com

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a few fave shots from 2016. black girl magic. afropunk london, September 16. Power to the People. IG: amara.amaryah blog: www.amaraamaryah.wordpress.com

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10 word poem. titled: Exodus 12:2 'because nothing is made new in the dead of winter'

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"what does it feel like to be a woman?": a response - amara amaryah 24.12.16 🌹

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Thru the ages. poetry collaboration. whole project coming soon ✨🌙 IG: amara.amaryah twitter: amara_ranger blog: www.amaraamaryah.wordpress.com fb: amaraamaryah

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Thru the ages (coming soon ✨🌙) amara amaryah. poetess. IG: amara.amarayah twitter: @amara_ranger blog: www.amaraamaryah.wordpress.com

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Black Don’t Crack. until it does.

I would like to exchange my tough skin for your fragile one.

Your skin comes with a ‘handle with care’ sticker.

All that they can’t place on you they’ve placed on me,

Apparently.

This skin, chipped up carvings

Like the cravings overtook them

Like hungry fingers turned knives as they scraped my disguise, my dark layer of skin

Just to taste it

To test whatever we call that strong stuff that sits so firmly within.  

To make an example of me

They mark me

With titles

Like nicknames that were never meant to dismantle my smile for my daughter who might inherit these labels because her eyes won’t allow her to cry as your little girls do:

Titles like

Durable, resilient, sturdy

Strong

Strong

Strong

On every corner and curve

There is no patch on this skin that has not served to support somebody who is not me.

I have heard them wonder at my strength

And discern that I am

Probably just built for this

I have learned to pretend I can’t hear because I will probably develop mental illness

Trying to make sense of this

Coded language writ on my skin in

Unfamiliar black ink

In language only I wasn’t meant to read

And I believe it says something like

                               Strong Black Woman

                               Cannot be broken. Tear ducts unused, unopened.

                               Strong Black Woman

                               Whose identity is no secret

                               We do not praise her

                               She does not need it

                               She is so strong.

So strongly opposed to this image used to dismiss her moments of break down.

Can she- is she allowed to not be so strong?