Melanin Queen Poem by Hanna Abideen

She is a poetess,
A landscape of letters
With zillions of thoughts.

She is a poetess,
A vessel of melancholy
Pouring a cup of words.

She is a poetess,
An unequivocal love
Carrying definition of beauty.

She is a poetess,
A rebellious lady
Sinking into the depth of purity.

She is a poetess,
Treats like a psychiatrist herself
With extended rollercoaster of emotions.

When day and night merge,
She lifts her heavier quill up and
Spell the broken tales of silent nights.

She herself is a poetry,
Like stars fall deep down into oceans
And swim whole lives as starfishes.

She herself is a poetry,
Like a tree stops holding the empty leaves
But the falling leaves fall for a new phase.

Neither she is a tiny black sack of sin
Grown up under the dark brown lady's burden
But a human rich in melanin.