6|S m i t h
She McQuisha Smith sometimes i wonder where she is going i can only go by the trail of glitter she leaves my reflection resembles the diamonds that sit on the crescent curves of her smile sweet beauty of the night onyx has immersed itself into her skin she shows her bare minerals arrogantly happiness rolling off of her every step where is she going hours after twilight? does she take flight? explode into stars? or dance in the hereafter with our ancestors in a celestial wildfire? does she dream bit of wisdom that grows from the lips of our mothers? what is it like in her dream world?