Krystal A. Smith
Extinction
My mother was your mother,
your father was my father,
but like a bad word on my name a knife cut the bloodline, your face out of old photographs.
If I don’t speak of you,
think of you,
you’ll be gone.
Forgotten.
Men go extinct, brother
because they trample earth, women, with no consequence. Taking and taking, calling it survival
until
all that’s left
is the falling sky.
your father was my father,
but like a bad word on my name a knife cut the bloodline, your face out of old photographs.
If I don’t speak of you,
think of you,
you’ll be gone.
Forgotten.
Men go extinct, brother
because they trample earth, women, with no consequence. Taking and taking, calling it survival
until
all that’s left
is the falling sky.
Biography
Krystal A. Smith is a Black lesbian writer of poetry and speculative fiction. Her stories have appeared in Lez Talk: A Collection of Black Lesbian Fiction (2016). Her debut collection Two Moons: Stories was released from BLF Press (2018) and was a 2019 Lambda Literary Award Finalist.
Website: krystalasmith.com Twitter: @authorkasmith |