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Portraits in Early Summer

December 28, 2015
By TanviKusum DIAMOND, Gurgaon, Other
TanviKusum DIAMOND, Gurgaon, Other
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Favorite Quote:
All men who have achieved great things have been great dreamers.
Orison Swett Marden

"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." - Anais Nin

we speak in hushed voices so as to not wake our memories

I lay still as you painted me
With different shades of black, blue and red
Remembering those late evenings when my father was away,
And my mother sat me on a wooden stool,
In the middle of an empty room
To draw me with her charcoal pencil.
I felt like a prize and gave my most important smile,
My childlike features were captured by a milieu of paper, pen and pencils
Since then I loved to be adored,
And you ask me why I am vain.
The mirror my vanity,
I painted myself, for the love of me.
But now you're here and this cold marble floor is biting me, it's blank like the white page, and shiny like the silvered mirror,
You say I'm like the faceless mannequin,
And proceed to carve out my featured with your blade,
Your belt is my mother's charcoal,
Baby you need a face,
Shh you need a face you can hide,
Thanks for whispering.

The author's comments:

This is a poem on abuse.

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