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 every night.
I can hold anything in the palm of my hand. There is no picture I don’t understand because I am Illustrator. I am creator.
And.
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.
Hrsh Reyalitee 