Invitation

The weeping willow’s green curtain beckons souls who want to hide, yet still be outside. But merengue and the smell of barbeque float from the other side of the park. The bookworm waits for someone to speak her language before deciding.

Footfalls keep the beat

while Spanglish sings over the park

coaxing me to join.

Song Choice: Sube las Manos Pa' Arriba by Pitbull

This poem was created for Verse Escape's Friday 55 It is also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry 383.

Natural

My hair is too big for the cap I was given. Blowing myself a kiss, I let it fall along its natural part and adorn it with flowers, unconcerned if they match my dress.

It is tiring

to prune one's blooms to conform.

Define glamour

by the plumage that suits you.

Rebel by loving yourself.

Song Choice: Confident by Demi Lovato

This poem was created for the Midweek Motif at Poet's United: Narcissus (Vanity/Narcissism). I am also linking it up to the Friday 55 over at Verse Escape.

The meek...

suppress joy for fear

their light might make someone uncomfortable.

They are told

to devalue their drive so not to appear immodest.

I don’t want

someone to judge my worth on how quiet I can be.

When I am dead I will be quiet enough.

I’m alive,

and not the slightest bit meek.

Song Choice: My Shot from Hamilton

I created this piece to play along with the Friday 55 challenge offered by Verse Escape. There some terrific pieces there, including the one created by the hostess, to satisfy your poetic cravings.