Your Work of ArtA Poem by OmilyI am neutral clay waiting for your hands to mold me So make me something Shape me to fulfill your magical imaginary Surreal unbelievable fantasy And I will be your forest nymph Or your mermaid or your glimpse Of an angel or I'll parade As your f*****g goddess Or masquerade As something beautiful that I am but I'm not
Or maybe, if you so prefer, I can be a w***e Or the annoying dipshit whom you'll gladly show the door And the floor with your mental backhand swing Maybe we can be boxers in a ring And rival each other with bedpost notches Or we can hopscotch And jump rope like we're just old friends Like make believe pretend As we undress each other with our eyes And pray to some unhearing god That this thing between us Just dies
Mold me, oh omnipotent one, Because I am a lesser creature And keep me around, so I can be a double feature Of available a*s Or obsessive, silly little girl To flatter you To make me hurl Silly little mouse, in your potter hands, Something so forgettable in The grand scheme of things The portrait of inferiority And disregard me entirely Spit on me Because you can
And hide my face in clay If I look better that way Bury me alive under layers of whatever s**t you want So you can say "I crushed this thing I made, this fantasy" And don't you dare see That I have a head and a mind and a soul And an oceans wide expansive human identity Twist and contort me into a work of art So you can mask My beating f*****g heart
Don't you dare peel the layers off And look me in the eye Or maybe, just this once, allow your heart to cry And your hands to feel The truth scrawled on my naked flesh--
I am real. © 2010 OmilyReviews
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Added on April 17, 2010Last Updated on April 18, 2010 AuthorOmilySt. Louis, MOAboutI'm an English major at a university somewhere. I like writing. more..Writing
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