Kearn's
“KEARN’S”
“I’m small, I hate it,” she
screamed.
“It’s not so bad really,” I
assured her.
“You’ll always be winsome.”
as I puff on the cigarette,
the truth holds significance.
as she has given herself for
the greatest of art subjects,
this self-inflicted view
fails to breathe.
“I need to get you down here
so we can set up a shoot. you
know that would be everything
in itself.” I said to her.
“I know. I know you’d make a
diamond out of this lump of
coal,” she replied.
as she posts her photos on
facebook, on instagram and
many other sites, the
sentiment towards herself is
absent.
I’m fortunate. I get to see
her daily shots and positions
of feel good and I can only
envy the lens that gets to
see her personally.
a guiltless smile wrapped
inside the strength of a
raging bull.
this woman holds more than
she gives herself credit and
I can see every bit of it.
as she looks oddly at
herself, the best parts show.
I fear the day she loses
that.
after all, it is the very
thing that gives her
substance.
inside those late nights of
solitude, she has crossed my
mind and with it, a festering
of wonderment.
I could never tell her I want
her to be mine.
I could never tell her that I
think she’s the epitome of
beauty rarely found in
females.
if I had ever told her
though, that’s one gore from
a raging bull, I would never
dodge.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-21-2016
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