The singular grace
of crooked flower petals
sets apart the bloom
meant for his kiss. I receive
twisted beauty in my hand.

Song Choice: Good Enough by Evanescence 

This poem is linked to Poets United: Poetry Pantry 382

She Be But Little

It’s not about pretty or ugly – it’s about convenient. The dumpy girl who blends into the shadows always walks home from the library alone. She didn’t pay attention to the look he gave her when she bent down to pick up a pencil. She is not paying attention to who is standing outside the library now. What he forgets is that arms that can carry so many books are strong. And that a voice that whispers in a library is the loudest voice in the choir. She can sing loud enough to make church walls shake.

Silenced voices grow loud.
Rejecting shame that isn’t theirs,
they rise and break walls.

This poem was created for a prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads -  Wordy Thursday With Wild Woman: The Silence Breakers.