The Female Gaze

by fyarlgiles

robertsspectrum1972-1

our

pleasant

black

faces

are pressed together

under a veil

of chalky peach

 that drapes over your sleeping spine

and my

shivering shoulders

to protect us

from open air

and honesty—

Every day we dress

like dolls

with cherry cheeks

and nodding heads

because you are a daisy

and I am a tulip

and we

live only

to be

seen

“The Female Gaze” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: Spectrum by Lucille Malkia Roberts

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