we see her portrait
that others painted
with colours of their choice
so perfect was her portrait
they took it away
hid it in their cellars where it couldn't be defamed
on occasion, they displayed her portrait
denied when she revealed there were more shades to it
stubbornly asked her to follow the image
and so she tried, to be the portrait
cut away her sharp edges, hide her other dimensions
futile for she was never made for that canvas
they tied iron chains around the portrait
prideful, so they called her a fraud
said either way she got lucky, the lighting was in the right spot
she is trapped inside the portrait
screaming her throat hoarse
clawing to get out, and give them the truthful show
but nothing else matters but the portrait
nothing else matters but the portrait
she matters
she mattered, but
the portrait
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