She HidesShe hides her shapefrom patriarchal pawing,donning ill-fitting mumusin off-putting shades,passively cultivating uglyhairstyles through neglect.But I see her curves through shadows against lightand flimsy cotton;in her soft smileswhen she thinks no one is watching, in her gentle touch of stem as she bendsto smell the rose.I want to reach out,to tell her she is beautiful,that…