Poetry smiles like Sunshine and Cries like wide-eyed black girls.
I would know because I’m a black girl.
Complexion kissed by sun rays with the texture of a long day.
I walk everywhere.
I cry everyday.
They told Rosa to move to the black but that is exactly where I go
without being told.
I can hold anything in the palm of my hand.
There is no picture I don’t undertand because I am
I am creator.
I am trying to remember all of this. While you call me the opposite.
I’m trying to remember all of this while you stand opposite with your back turned like I am the previous page in the book of life, and it was great while you were on me but the story must go on.