I don’t get a chance to read a lot of poetry, because I’m so busy reading long fiction/novels and brainstorming/workshopping with friends who do the same, but Mrs. Smith is one I try not to miss. She’s a Toni Morrison of poetry, for our Black people and all of America. ‘When Black Men Drown Their Daughters’ is my favorite section of this book. It stopped my heart, broke it, put it back together.
















