Monalisa

"My body is my canvas," she said
My own masterpiece
But what if all of the things I am grateful for
My so-called masterpiece is not one of them
What if my canvas doesn't want to speak of beauty
What if my canvas cries
What if my canvas lies...


"But you're too beautiful," she said
You're your own catastrophe
I try to destroy her
One etch at a time
One pretty brush stroke painted red
One more pound to shed
Because under those layers of make-up and clothes
She's crying
Begging you to see something else
Beyond the blonde hair and blue eyes
They say, "Hitler's wet dream"


Maybe she want's to be more than Barbie
Maybe she feels less than alive
Because she's like to not panic in a public place
Worried that someone will invade her space


This catastrophic masterpiece
Makes her wonder... worry
Does my body say, "invade me?"
Do I need to hide some more?


My body is a canvas
I'm not so grateful for