Your Canvas

Your canvas--

Your lips say one thing,
your hands say another,
they say scars can weave a story,
so tell me can you depict ours?

My body is your canvas,
your fist is your brush,
I must look more appealing,
 bearing your twisted dark art.

Tell me do you love the sight of my face,
when its marred and it's bruised,
blotchy from tears,
that your violence ensued.

You pin me against the wall,
Then lose yourself in thought,
to look upon the masterpiece you've created,
brings a torrent of emotions that leave you bare and raw.

You made me this way, I am your work of art.
I'm the canvas you have painted, can't wait for you to show me off--


 

Author's Note

Abuse..

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[Tree]

Damn, that last line was powerful. There was something to the speakers voice here that though, resigned to the abuse, was also empowered by it. As in, Is that, all you got? You strip the power from the one trying to wield when you start to become Unaffected... there was this kid, Howie, who I grew up with. I may have written something about this before. But he used to get rode by the other kids, beat down. But after a while his tormentors gave up because he was so stoic about the beat downs that they ended up respecting him, even today I hear he's some kind of sage in the old neighborhood. He absorbed the negativity, and became strong and respected for it. I sense that happening here, too.


Well written piece

Diego

[Ink Seductress]

Thank you so much ! :)