A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Fool

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
What we look like is not who we are...

Submitted: November 10, 2006

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"It's the excuse I have,"

I exclaim to my portrait,

"That painting myself will make him want me."

 

There's a lesson to that

Because, if he had been as concerned with my smile,

As I am with his,

I would have him cornered already.

 

The real excuse is that I feel

That painting myself

Will make other men

See what he is missing;

Which they do,

But then what?

 

I'm left with the image of a person

Who does not understand

The notions of power

In my head and in my lipstick case.

 

"Perhaps," I exclaim to my mirror,

"Perhaps this is

What I am, and what I always will be."

A reflection in someone's eye,

A smile

In someone else's mirror.


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