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Hey its your Gurl Je’Jae, just jay, a blue Jay free from boxes.


My bittersweet New Yorker accent forms my whole; my home is a place my mind & souls are aligned.


They call me a “Resilient Queen” one whose lively, fabulous & insightful!”


My spirit of an empath, sweet & sensitive with the needs of lots & lots of affection.


Stuff my belly with fries, fruits and atll that is art. I distaste the ignorant, tomatoes & surely toxic masculinity.


Find me one with Nature, running free in the fields of crafts, graced with the sounds of birds chirping. Chilled by the hands of my elders sculpting their history by their veins.


My skeleton departs & soul freezes to stone when met with rejection, stigmatization, failure; and society only salts me with apathy.


I am a artist, activist, with a claw of a cancer, nonbinary, of Mizrachi heritage, fashionista, spiritual traveler & thinker.


I AM JE’JAE! I AM A KALEIDOSCOPE, EVER CHANGING & GROWING BRIGHTLY!

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Your Eyes by Khai Lhá

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They asked me why I don’t like eyes that shine like emeralds; that look like the treetops; that look like moss and lime and spring.

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They asked me why I don’t like eyes that look like the deep blue sea; that look like diamonds; that look like cold steel and stone; that look like the clear skies.

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They asked me why I don’t like eyes that look like chocolate and honey; that look like the Earth just after it rains; that look like copper and wood; that look like cinnamon and syrup and walnuts; that look like gingerbread men that just came out of the oven; that look like caramel and mocha; that look like freshly brewed coffee and hot chewy cookies.

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They asked me why I love “boring, plain eyes”.

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They asked me why I love your eyes.

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They asked me why I love eyes that look like space; that are as dark as coal and ebony; that look like the damage done when lava touches water the first time; that look like burnt paper and spilt ink; that look like pure oblivion and nothingness; that look like the sky that I see whenever I felt like giving up at midnight.

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I love your eyes, not because everybody else thinks they’re boring, but if you’d actually look closer; you’d see cosmos underneath those pitch black orbs. If you’d look deeper, you’d see a galaxy that would take millions of light years to get to and eternity to figure out. If you’d stay longer; you’d witness it dance with mirth, shine with affection, grow dark with anger and glow with tears.

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And when your eyes finally looked into mine; I saw your eyes, replaying the memory of your heart being bruised and broken. Your eyes, pleading, not for me to mend it, but accept the broken pieces.

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When it rains I feel the earth sigh in relief

Sparking in me the same old strong belief

That it is alive, a being all it’s own

And we, human beings, pretenders to her throne

I feel the chill of every drop upon my skin

Washing clean my humanity, cleaning the soul within

So I stand amidst the trees

And hear the song they whisper to me

“Come home, come home, young man

Run as fast as you possibly can

Beneath our arms stretched so wide

From the world be safe, come hide

Come home, come home, young man

Run as fast as you possibly can

As the rain washes clean your pain

And with ya be whole again”

When it rains I feel the earth sigh in relief

Stoking the fires of my belief

That the earth is alive, and I’m a part of that power

As it comes awakens, in summer showers

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Once Spoken Never Unspoken

Speaking from the unheard
Hit a road block
Been a lot a talk
Want to walk
Locked in
All this talking
They’re saying the grass is blue
That’s almost true
But the grass is green
Want to leave this scene
Can’t believe how love is bad
and hate is such a righteous feel
Looks like a perfect neighborhood
But secretly
Close your eyes
You’ll see the hood
Everyone is here for the taking
But nobody is doing the giving
This just isn’t good
And there won’t be any
Forgiving

A word to a trap door
To a dungeon
No food
No water
Always thirsty
Always hungry
You’ll stay here
Until the ice boils over
For a word unacceptable
Those who placed us here
Face the fear
Someday they will be here
Always careful of what they say
Hoping nobody says
Hey
Did you forget
How is that you forgot
What about this
and what about that
You misspelled a fact
So take another stretch on the rack
Because we care
About you
For your own good
Because what you said
Has been heard
and what you wanted
That is never told
This is so old
Spreads like mold
Across the horizon
of those who have been sold
the lies of the good
there in the hood
maybe
Your neighborhood

For the peace of Love:  Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch)  6/15/19

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The Comfort Of A Sunset…

One black boat to sail into the orange sky. As the waves push the ship closer, the adrenaline suppresses, rids away the anxiety, makes the palms less sweaty. The rough patches of the water nowhere to be found. The comfort of a sunset to become lost in. Nature steering me in the right direction…⚡️

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