A kind of coasting,

Mahogany Smiles
Nov 12, 2025
1 min read

Updated: Nov 13, 2025

Cruising through a moment,

Hematite and prayers held tight in my pockets.

Still 100 lbs and dancing in the projects.

Thinking out of context.

Love skipping rocks and counting constellations.

Done swiping right seeking insightful conversations.

I'm still coddling the nights I spend alone,

Swaddle them in a crochet blanket,

I kiss the luminous craters of the moon,

Sing to the aircrafts passing through.

I still love every person on Earth.

Barefoot, and braless with no purse,

I am still Free.

I will always be writing,

This time for me.

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