When a Woman Stands

Art is the opposite of beauty
Art shows the disfigured
Art shows the imperfection
that we are

When a woman stands
beside her statue
You see the uneven
tone of her skin

When a woman stands
beside her portrait
You see the terrible
curve of her lips

When a woman stands
beside her nude
You see the repetitive
tremble of her flesh

When a woman stands
beside her poem
You see the shattered
remains of her soul

Art is not a mirror
Art is not reflection
Art is elevation
to the perfection

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