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Undefined Scripts is the official site of MISKEENAH–poet/writer/editor. Often called the ‘young Maya’ of  her generation, she only hopes to be as great. In the following posts, MISKEENAH portrays life–undefined–in the gray area outside boxes.

Bronzed Black Beauty

Snow white underneath bronzed black beauty-Alabaster child centered in controversy-Nubian princess/Afrikaan queen whose ancestry root European, Asian, American colonies reversing tradition as women Pharos do, do you suggest better-suited images opposed by society? Is your intent once again assuming dominance, precedence, hierarchy overriding equality? Are you simply negating a race?  

An Ode to My ‘Soul Sister’

Entrenched ditches under burnt bridges can’t separate love with time or distance. I hear your voice. Through northern accents of ‘dilly’ subjects, I see pain-filled spaces between the lines of joy. Touched by your story from start to finish, My dear, I feel your heart.

Never Off – tracked

Snap back caps turn forward a different side of you.  Soon between sixteen to nineteen, green infatuation from teenage conversation, twelve-year-prior-blues foreshadowed love. Bound by a child back when I was a child, I saw Me. You’re just now feeling with your eyes wide shut but I’ve been here.

On The Last Day

Eye level, I saw the top of the city in a green-shaded garden of statute fountains. Chirping birds whispered crickets in my ear. The sound sounded so pretty–most pretty beauty to witness, hidden in the city boxed in by buildings and barbed wire fences. Vanished. Down gravel roads. Up clouded mountains. In fish-filled ponds, alongside the slanted horizon.

Humbled

I’m humbled by humility, saddened with grief, drenched in her sweat, confused by relief. The mystery of her shoulders fold on concrete, and the grim of society is scrapping her knees. Millions pass her lying on the street, but I feel her tragedy in measures beyond belief.

Distorted Frustrations

My story is no secret told discreet in the church’s privacy, but feel free to call it a confession… Traveling far from earlier years, understanding was unclear to ears like mine–tinted with color–many others discovered the beauty of greatness within me before me.  Intimidated by me, they tried to break me by changing me to …