Jessica (Tyner) Mehta is a citizen of the Cherokee Nation, multi-award-winning poet, and author of over one dozen books. Place, space, and personal ancestry inform much of her work. She’s also the Editor-in-Chief of Crab Creek Review and owner of an award-winning small business. MehtaFor is a writing services company that offers pro bono services to Native Americans and indigenous-serving non-profits.
She has undertaken poetry residencies around the globe including at Hosking Houses Trust with an appointment at the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust in Stratford-Upon-Avon, England, Paris Lit Up in France, and at the Crazy Horse Memorial and museum in South Dakota. Her work has been featured at galleries and exhibitions around the world, including IA&A Hillyer in Washington DC, The Emergency Gallery in Sweden, and Institute of American Indian Arts in New Mexico.
Everyone Manifests Destiny
Destiny manifests everyone different. So, we are
toys with dolls’ clothes. You’re in me; dress
indiscretions as liberties. Children take
genders as camaraderie—it’s playing war
or playing princess, same difference. The whats
make battles. Which hatred nourishes misogyny?
Boys get soldiers, girls get ovens (eventually). Color creates
fear. Blue for boys, pink for girls. Patiently, death
arrives. Discreet and timeless, they wear only blacks.
BLACKS ONLY: were they discreet and sensible? Arrives
death, patiently. Girls for pink, boys for blue. Fear
creates color. Eventually, ovens get girls, soldiers get boys.
Misogyny nourishes hatred (which battles make).
What’s the difference? Same princess playing or
war-playing, it’s camaraderie as genders
take children. Liberties as indiscretions,
dress me in your clothes. Dolls with toys,
are we so different? Everyone manifests destiny.