“These harrowing poems make montage, make mirrors, make elegiac biopic, make “dope ass trailer with a hundred black children / smiling into the camera & the last shot is the wide mouth of a pistol.” That’s no spoiler alert, but rather, Smith’s way–saying & laying it beautifully bare. A way of desensitizing the reader from his own defenses each time this long, Black Movie repeats.” – Marcus Wicker, author of Silencer