You Can’t Smooth A Crumpled Paper Or A Wrinkled Heart [2022] Score: @reuelwilliams_ Model: @chiemekaaaa Black don’t crack, no, it don’t. But our skin belies Our wrinkled hearts Broken by slavery Trampled by Jim Crow Mocked and tested by...the now. Each wound, each injustice, each injury, each cut Becoming a new Middle Passage that America creates for us Paved with Words, Laws, Nooses, Guns. Four hundred and three years Is an imprint on our DNA. We cry secret tears, Under the cool glow of a soothing moon And at dawn We lift wrinkled hearts to the sun for healing, While we show beautiful shades Of smooth unbothered shea butter skin To the world. - a poem by Leia