Sparkly Dress
A woman's torn dress
Still sparkles and shine in the most glorious of ways
We suffer in violent volumes to a deaf world
Yet that torn sparkly dress is heard by all but sewn together by none
But maybe
Our dress sparkles so brightly because it's torn
Maybe it's torn because the power that wears it
But a woman's dress
Is ownr by all
This poem is about:
My community