If you were an artist,
How would u paint me?
Would you fill all colours of your choice?
Or patiently observe mine?
Would you rigidly make abstract?
To quickly fill in the lines?
Or would you focus especially on details?
While you take your time?
Would you use vibrant paints?
Or simply shades of grey?
would you change me in any way?
Would you admire my imperfections?
Or rectify it according to your will?
Would u hang me as your most prized posession?
And proudly gaze at me from time to time?
Or would you keep me away somewhere?
Until im completely forgotten?
-Tracy Reid
Great poem, Tracy. To be seen as others see us, or as we perceive ourselves.
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Thank you so much
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Well written piece of poetry! Have a great day Tracy!
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Thank you!! You too.
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