Show and tell

It was a pale November morning,
as the smugglers beached their boat
on the silent red shore line.
at thirteen she'd been stowed away,
found out, as the out going tide
washed her legs clean.  
 
She was contraband, boxes of cotton
concealed in caves, moved before high tide,
never spoke of in the village,
just a nod and a wink between them that knew.
 
At fifteen they didn't expect the flip top box,
as it made its way around the art class
she'd collected all her cotton treasure
displayed the jewels like a fresh pack of cigarettes
and told her tale with a toothy grin
like any good pirate should.  
 
The label on the box read;
Warning - this pack contains  
gender solidarity and power.