For the arms who used to hold me metaphorically
--Amanda Gray The fuzz from your locs reminds me that man is God made And if God is this planet You are definitely made in his image Your hair having the sense of a tree Growing from the root being something great Oh how Africa is coiled in your hair Being your strength And What is a tree without its branches to hold and release all the dead and alive things Your smile being the purest form of grace I've ever seen a man give Like opening the front door of serenity This is my only proof of that on this earth Your lungs being so distended We can survive underwater for day off our exhale and inhale Your carbon dioxide defeating its own definition of being waste There is no flaw in your teeth You have the universe in your tongue For it speaks of things man could never run his mind across Your mind explains why Gravity is something the moon barely remembers Because matter such as space can not be held down Infinity is your best friend Your soul is the butterfly that hatches from that same cocoon Your skin is the silk that it makes Only being half as beautiful Your skin being the color of caramel Dipped in honey Feathered with youth My eyes are like scratched spinning vinyls Whenever you are near When you walk you give the ground chills Like you are its God Amanda is a senior. She is an officer in Natural Effect, Franklin's Slam Poetry Club. In the Fall, she will be attending North Carolina A&T, where she will be pursuing a degree in education.
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
June 2020
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