Painting a Woman

They painted me as a woman,

My skin three shades of porcelain too fair.

I became what I sought to avoid,

My body a canvas nightmare.

They painted me as a prop,

For the hero journey of a man.

My body draped in silk and jewels,

I tore them off and ran.

They painted me as a vessel,

To carry someone’s, seed

My long ginger locks styled for lust,

I cut through them to be freed.

They painted me as an object,

For one purpose in men's eyes.

All these colors wasted on this body,

Just to be heard I need a disguise.