PAINT ME Picasso

I looked in the mirror and said, “Paint me Picasso” With the swish of tips from the brown brush I said, “Paint me Picasso” Capture this vain image of beauty While I’m Lost in my thoughts, drowned in my uncertainty Like Mona Lisa’s dazed eyes, hoping for an artist to rescue me OH am I conformed traitor? How did I forget this flesh-based canvas is already a gift I was already painted by the ultimate creator And No, I don’t need man’s hands to MAKE UP Me No, I don’t need man’s hand to Make up And Shape-up who I should be Clever sketchers never could trace me See I was formed and knit in my mother’s womb Only he who know me before the foundation of the Earth Could make or break me This scary glare from the broken mirror in which I stood in front of Was trapped in insecurity looking for love That’s why I searched for an outsider to invade my space and paint my image Somehow, the picture wasn’t vivid The darkness seeped in and the brokenness from the shadow Caused me to see the light At first I saw glare until the skies burst open and said DO not fear God made himself known to me and it was clear To those who are his, he draws near So, you see, I don’t need to painted on man’s basis God said, “Let us make man in our image,” in Genesis, What a revelation!