The Artist

my face has always been my canvas
painting my thoughts and feelings
into the colors surrounding my eyes
ebony etched in circles
winding around the mirrors to my soul
i do not want anyone to see
thick brush strokes masking the real me
so no one can see
who i am
who i will never be
i paint myself dark
like their fingertips
emotional bruises lining my heart
like parked cars in a deserted lot
blood soaked panties
long forgotten
cast away with each denial
of why i must hide
protecting myself from
rough hands gentling only
on too young flesh
as i paint grown up crayon
upon my lips and cheeks
pretending i am someone else
anyone but me

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