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Mecca-Amirah’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Mecca-Amirah’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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Mecca-Amirah Jackson
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inflorescence
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2017
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3 editions
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night-bloomer
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2018
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3 editions
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Daydreamer
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Weightless
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Weightless: The Complete Collection
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Ascend
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Podcast
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“peace was never
at the forefront of my mind.
a war waged inside of me,
but i began to take
joy in the slaughter
and bloodshed.
—confession ii”
― inflorescence
at the forefront of my mind.
a war waged inside of me,
but i began to take
joy in the slaughter
and bloodshed.
—confession ii”
― inflorescence
“love should taste like
cotton candy−pink
and sickeningly sweet. sticky
on your teeth, a hunger
that grows with each bite,
it should make you feel
full yet also so light. but
when love tastes sour,
does that mean i did not
eat it right?”
― night-bloomer
cotton candy−pink
and sickeningly sweet. sticky
on your teeth, a hunger
that grows with each bite,
it should make you feel
full yet also so light. but
when love tastes sour,
does that mean i did not
eat it right?”
― night-bloomer
“i collapsed like a skyscraper:
once upon a time, i lived in an enclave of
stars. i wore a coat of clouds,
and the sun kissed me before
the moon cradled me in its gaze.
but now... now i lie in a pile
of my own remains.”
― night-bloomer
once upon a time, i lived in an enclave of
stars. i wore a coat of clouds,
and the sun kissed me before
the moon cradled me in its gaze.
but now... now i lie in a pile
of my own remains.”
― night-bloomer
“a cracked yolk split between her thighs.
she rushed to clean up her shame.
yellow stained her hands;
yellow stained her child,
who was born in a world designed to hate.
—the early nineties
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― inflorescence
she rushed to clean up her shame.
yellow stained her hands;
yellow stained her child,
who was born in a world designed to hate.
—the early nineties
”
― inflorescence
“my mouth was shut
for so long that my teeth decayed.
you complained
that my lips were always
dry and chapped;
you kissed me anyway,
even when they cracked and bled.
—you kissed me anyway
”
― inflorescence
for so long that my teeth decayed.
you complained
that my lips were always
dry and chapped;
you kissed me anyway,
even when they cracked and bled.
—you kissed me anyway
”
― inflorescence
“peace was never
at the forefront of my mind.
a war waged inside of me,
but i began to take
joy in the slaughter
and bloodshed.
—confession ii”
― inflorescence
at the forefront of my mind.
a war waged inside of me,
but i began to take
joy in the slaughter
and bloodshed.
—confession ii”
― inflorescence
“i collapsed like a skyscraper:
once upon a time, i lived in an enclave of
stars. i wore a coat of clouds,
and the sun kissed me before
the moon cradled me in its gaze.
but now... now i lie in a pile
of my own remains.”
― night-bloomer
once upon a time, i lived in an enclave of
stars. i wore a coat of clouds,
and the sun kissed me before
the moon cradled me in its gaze.
but now... now i lie in a pile
of my own remains.”
― night-bloomer
“love should taste like
cotton candy−pink
and sickeningly sweet. sticky
on your teeth, a hunger
that grows with each bite,
it should make you feel
full yet also so light. but
when love tastes sour,
does that mean i did not
eat it right?”
― night-bloomer
cotton candy−pink
and sickeningly sweet. sticky
on your teeth, a hunger
that grows with each bite,
it should make you feel
full yet also so light. but
when love tastes sour,
does that mean i did not
eat it right?”
― night-bloomer
