Jada Ferguson

Joined January 2021

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True Crime
Fiction quivers at reality's cruelty, the monsters are all real.
By Jada Ferguson6 months ago in Poets
Autumn Passing
Steps into my palm Stains the lines with vibrancy Fingers spread, it falls
By Jada Ferguson6 months ago in Poets
Fall
Somersault in air, travel size magic carpet, blanket the cement.
By Jada Ferguson6 months ago in Poets
Live Life as Epically as a Leaf
Green at birth. Expose you to light, air, and the world to unveil hues.
By Jada Ferguson6 months ago in Poets
Fall Insulation
Colors warm you more than the sun. Nature quilting a mosaic roof.
By Jada Ferguson6 months ago in Poets
The Ants, A Bee, and Me
Sauntering into the yard listlessly Eyes studying the ground Trying to recollect what it used to be My memory proving to be in deficit
By Jada Ferguson6 months ago in Poets
A walk to and over the Bridge, Lenny Kravitz, Sinners for 3rd time, A Walk back over the Bridge and home
Belting songs from a battered iPod touch While speed walking down Broadway To see Sinners for the 3rd time Traffic halted my pace
By Jada Ferguson7 months ago in Poets
Aging Out
The act of fading from existence Plays out in stages Happening around the thing - Washing out its vibrancy Depreciating its value
By Jada Ferguson7 months ago in Poets
A Natural Remedy. Runner-Up in Light Breaks Water Challenge.
The sun is all powerful- And it strikes over and through the coarseness of my afro- The burning star hovers over hair that bears the soul-
By Jada Ferguson9 months ago in Poets
My Therapist Says I'm Depressed. Runner-Up in I Wrote This Challenge. Content Warning.
I have an unwavering feeling that I'm watching myself die. Everyday, everything and everyone I love are taking a step away from me at 12 p.m. (the time the sun rises for me). These fragments of my being are deserting me like a Polaroid photo losing faces.
By Jada Ferguson9 months ago in Writers
Live from New York, it's
Tried for 4 weeks to write a poem about going to SNL and this is as far as I've gotten. Jamming these words into line after line
By Jada Ferguson9 months ago in Poets
to be Black in america. Second Place in History Would’ve Burned This Page Challenge. Content Warning.
to be Black in america is to have the police ravage your body with bullets as you sleep in your own home to be Black in america is to have an officer's knee on your neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds
By Jada Ferguson9 months ago in History