LaShawn Smith-Wright
WusGood: “What’s your fav thing bout being Slytherin?
LaShawn: “Everyone expects bad from us so when we do something good it puts people on edge…makes them question their morals and prejudice. You can drive someone mad without doing anything wrong – make them more susceptible to manipulation”
Janelle Monae Writes Shuri a Love Letter
Oh Black queen,
Of technological birth
You give me all the magic
Your country has lost
Call me foreigner
As I drink in the nectar
Of your pristine sweat
Oh sweet birthplace
Of chocolate
Divine queen of progress
Progressively come up on me
You Wakandan warrior
Give me all the salvation I need
Vibrate my soul
And make me something mythical
You be mythical
Black girl
Urban legend
Yo curves be enlightenment
I keep catching myself in
Natural roots a tangled mess
Of freedom
Black woman
You be intellect
Every woman done basked in
Done taken from
Done made a home in
Mouth snap
With clever, academic preciseness
That can only come from
A creator
Baby yous a creator
You built a whole country on your brain
Litly rose up a race
Melanized a “colonizer”
You innovator
You did more than make a hero
You were one
You creatively saved the Wakandian race
With class
That demanded envy
And girl am I envious
Of anyone who gets to know you
An Unhealthy Bond
I never give them any clothes
I notice this
Always ask for more than I give
Realize this is a choice
I’m not comfortable saying no to
Maybe I just don’t know how to refuse myself things
It’s so easy to take for granted
Those who don’t fight back
And I like knowing I have control over you
Don’t let me have control over you, little elf
I will not loosen my hold
I will only love you when it’s convenient to me
And you will call it beautiful
Say I am your Master
As I make you need me
Want me
You will love me more than you care for yourself
Will crucio yo vitality
Around my finger
Avada kedavra your life away
You will have me imperio
Any thought of this
Of me being wrong
Out of your mind
Without a second thought
You will think I am everything
Even though every part of you
Tells you I’m not
And I won’t correct you
I won’t feel like it’s my place
I won’t let you go, little elf
Daitya
I come from the pyramids of Egypt
Grow in the Congo
Where the heat kills
Faster than my black petals
People call me beautiful
Tempted by my darkness
They whisper sweet nothings
Just to have a taste of me
Stare at my white stalk in longing
For what could be
If they just had one touch
No one ever likes the feel of me
Inside them
Say I wasn’t worth dying for
Blame me for their temptation
As they connect with the wet, hard earth
They call me Daitya
Say I laugh as the breath leaves their body
Sway a forbidden dance as their body hits the floor
I hear them say I smell of a safety
A scent of lilac and home
That gyrates into their nostrils
Hooking them on my sensual beat
Moving them to lay my body to rest
Inside their mouth
Holding their vigor
Inside me
For the first time
Absorbing all the life
LaShawn Smith-Wright is a college freshman originally from Detroit, MI. she loves spending time around other poets ready to develop their craft and share their story which isn’t an available experience at her college. Regardless of this she still loves poetry and writes daily. All in all I am someone who loves telling my story in everything I do