Her eyes had depth
Her smile was bright
Her laugh, it came from a good place
Her hands were sometimes
dry and ashy enough to start a fire
Her head was big
Her nose was of her mama and papa
Her legs, like chicken legs
Her curls were just like mine
Her heartbeat was as smooth as
Her voice when she sang in private
Her voice was sophisticated and versatile
Her, she made me nervous.
I want to scream,
I love you but
Her ears are filled with
dirty.
Voice of Cheyanne Alisha Smith
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