Face Canvas

Tue, 04/12/2016 - 23:55 -- Alexag

Face Canvas 

 

Bronze liquid pressed against her face 

Neutral rosy lids

Glowing cheek bones

Her face was a canvas

Somedays, it was clean and cut 

Somedays, it was messy and faded

Causing her to say "What!"

Lip color varies from a golden sunset to a starry sky 

"Whos is she?" she asks

The distorted mirror reflected herself

Naked canvas

Her hidden freckles 

Discoloring and unmatched skin 

Her paint was flowing toward the ground

"Fake", "Liar", "Unconfident"

Was written on the floor 

She shrugged and curved her lips upwards

She only needed herself to be happy

And her wonderful supplies to paint her canvas

When needed to 

No matter what 

She was a piece of art 

I am art

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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