Must She Be Dainty

to be divine?

Do her eyes have to shine to attract the masses, or can there be interest in her muted, incurious gaze? Is there no desire for the brute beauty queen — who draws in chaos between every contested breath — every indulged chuckle?

How has the focus migrated from her arrogant smirks, her spitfire tongue — and settled on the circumference of her hips and thighs? Must she only be between a winter-kissed daffodil and sweetened whispers?

Is there no divinity in her abstained anger — her frustrated cries?

| Kameron Dionne

I Believe in Harmony | Adella Bailey | Photography