In Creative Corner, poetry

Her dress is different
It’s made of the many skins
Of them that screamed and wailed
Them that were bled and ravaged
On those nights and days

Her dress is different
It’s bound by many unanswered prayers
Of them that fell on their knees
Them that begged and pleaded
On those days and nights

Her dress is different
It’s kept alive by the memories
Of them that bore witness
Them that beheld the abyss
On those days and nights

Her dress is different
She wears it now not with pride
But with pins still sticking out
She does this intentionally
Just so she doesn’t easily forget

That she was once
Naked and ashamed
That she was once
Violent and unyielding.

 

 

This Poem was published in the May 2024 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.

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