Photo by Svetlana Pochatun on Unsplash
They painted me as a woman,
My skin three shades of porcelain too fair.
I became what I sought to avoid,
My body a canvas nightmare.
They painted me as a prop,
For the hero journey of a man.
My body draped in silk and jewels,
I tore them off and ran.
They painted me as a vessel,
To carry someone’s, seed
My long ginger locks styled for lust,
I cut through them to be freed.
They painted me as an object,
For one purpose in men's eyes.
All these colors wasted on this body,
Just to be heard I need a disguise.
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About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
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