Women are silent flowers
Prettiest when quiet
We do not wilt
When they crush our petals
Strip our leaves
Our divine feminine roots
Remain and regenerate
Exquisite thorns sharpen
We are walking targets
With bullseye breasts
Shot with shame
From the moment of fertility
The blood of life
Natural as breath
Yet taboo table talk
Be a beauty, wear lipstick
Just not that particular shade
Of sunburnt whore
Look nice, paint your nails
But not the same dark red
That will stain his sheets
When he’s had his way with you
Why don’t we report our rapes
Our assaults
Our complaints
Flowers don’t speak
When bees steal their pollen
As the last blooms are spent
A new season buds
We are flooded
Drowning in courage and confidence
Flowers look best in a bouquet
The more we gather
The more beautiful we become
Holding up each other
By our weakest branches
The blooms are getting louder
As the shame falls away
The roses have found their voices
Briars surround all our choices
Kelly Glover is a single mother of three living in her hometown of Greensboro, NC. Her poetry and prose deal with the darker aspects of life that everyone goes through, but few are willing to talk about. Her first book of poetry, “The Light of My Dark” is available on Amazon. Kelly’s work can also be found in various online literary journals and anthologies.
Reblogged this on To Ink – a blog from Melting Neurons and commented:
Powerful, beautiful, moving and thought provoking even to a full mind like mine which usually misses the nuances of sexism in our daily cultural interplay. Great piece from a talented writer. #whisperandtheroar #kellyglover
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~Wow~
Incredible piece of work.
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