The Plume
Citing body parts to describe your being
misses essence, denigrates beauty within.
A one-syllable cunt or whore effaces
the heart's fragile wall
Vulnerable, you reduce to rubble and
mask the reality of hidden holiness
unrecognized resplendence, un-lit passages
unseen by the blind
A frightened peacock struts its colorful plume
regally deflects danger, keeps enemies at bay
creates an aura of invincibility
Queen of her realm
lewd words create the selfsame plume in you
wards off attacks, assaults on fragile feelings
conditioned by eons of outrages
heinous, inhumane
Your mask, like the burka of an Arabian girl
cannot cover eyes, the truth of your portrait
daddy's girl, always fishing, always hurting
alone and afraid
KBris 2006
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