Letter 11

Written by: Tanika Cooks

It’s silent

Was it important?
Except to rack her lungs

Sleep well girl 
And your wild words will mean more in the morning
In the morning you will look just as beautiful 
You know

She has a habit of scratching at her newfound glory
And her black curls 
She has a tendency of not believing her reflections
Even when they blink before her

Before her…
There were folded hands
And hushed mouths 
There were undiscovered truths and loves who
Told lies
Untouched lips and virginal thighs

Before her…
There were perfect sheets and 
No questions asked
Straight A’s 
Innocent smiles given to anyone
Who seemed worthy

But she meant it