inspired by "Roselily" by Alice Walker
Someone has painted smog across the sky
And made her hands soft–
No more sewing needles or thorny flowers
From her father’s yard, bright and almost pungent
With the smell of an ending summer.
Instead, she holds bottles.
His large hands. Their tiny ones.
Sometimes she forgets to worry
About anyone else.
Not even the people who sat on the sunny grass
And watched her bind herself
To him, a new her
That they had never met.
A young woman, in a veil.
They are of a different world.
They don’t understand
The god her children will soon pray to,
Small mouths wrapping around strange words.
She wants to shut their lips,
She wants to shut her own. She wants
To return, but she knows the smoke
Rising at the edges of the skyline
And the sturdiness in his swallowing eyes
Have sealed her here.
Where she is loved, she is told.
Where she is safe, she is told.
So she lets him paint a smile across her face
And smog across the sky.
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