Poem: She Appears To Vanish (Inspired by the current exhibit on display at HOME)

She appears to vanish, although she may in fact be target practice, who knows,

Invisible except for the formative attributes,

It's so easy to blend in with the upholstery,

Because heaven forbid, we should speak,

Fabric is not the only thing cut out and outlined here,

Vibrant edges show the curves of 'Real women' because we are not daydreams or fantasies,

We are queens of disguise, we hide our rage as well as the knifes we hold behind our laughter,

Words,

Wound to wound,

We bleed for life and love,

And hang our heads as easily as you hang your wallpaper,

Although it should be the other way around.

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