The Giraffe Blog – Poems by Virgenal Owens

When she told me
She hid insecurities 
Behind concealer tanks 
And foundation artillery,
I raised both hands in surrender to her beauty.

I will be prisoner of war
If it means showing you 
That you don't have to fight battles
You can't win.

That your smile, your face, your skin,
Is already peacetime.

~Written By: Virgenal Owens