Black Poets Society: Journal 137

Jā Corbett-Sparks
By Jā Corbett-Sparks The Black Lens

Today was not a good day

I looked in the mirror and hated it all

I tried smiling in pictures and videos

but it all disgusted me.

I know I’m different, I’m just noticing that feeling accomplished comes with feeling like you’ve failed in the first place.

My body isn’t me. But it is representative of who I want to be.

My mind isn’t me. But it is the nucleus of what I do.

My heart, as hard as it is to admit, isn’t me.

But it wants to be.

One day I will conquer this. But tonight imma let it consume me.

I must know how this feels to be impervious to its sting.

-Scorpion (October 1)