Frida Kahlo

I am the steel corset and creased slacks

I am the pain disguised in paint

vibrant palettes bled by turpentine

on drunken tirades, in fits of boredom

I am the bewilderment of fading beauty

the obedience of grieving

the self portraits, naked

laden with strangely conflicted expressions

a phantom on canvas, the unseen genius

agave agony represented in exotic birds

dreary bathtubs, twisted gurneys

miscarriages and monkeys

I am a marigold in the shadow of murals

that garner an undeserving praise

scenes that hold no meaning to me, personally

I am the heavy veins of palm leaves

the floral crowns in lieu of halos 

the landscapes drenched in echoes of Dali

the catholic funeral mood, pregnant with potential

vigils kept over easels, volatile in earth tones

appreciated in death, for the beautiful ways

the brutality felt in life was expressed

a. duncan, 2018



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