The Monster

BY Jana Gipson

I was my mother’s future with lanky black hair.

My silhouette naked and empty.

Raised in a landfill left to decay.

It happened…

I walked to find nourishment.

“Get Down”!

The Beast thrust me in the muck.

My Temple ravaged not a morsel left.

Distorted blood gushing down my identity

Beautiful I was, but like a butterfly, I morphed into a monster

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Jana Gipson

Jana Gipson is a Tampa native she is a proud Alumni Howard W. Blake Magnet High School and received a Master of Certification in Creative Writing. She has written and published numerous poems that highlight current events, the African-American experience, and her personal challenges and triumphs. Jana served as Sports Reporter for UnSigned Preps — All Sports Community Service and received the MLK award and Lee Roy Selmon Scholarship. She has performed some of her original works at local venues. She is currently working on a new project, She is Sound, which will feature artists from all mediums and bring awareness to mental health issues. You can follow Jana on Facebook.

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