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


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