She Is Art

She is the unsung lyrics,
the pieces of her favorite quotes stitched together.
When one plucks the lyre of her heart
melancholy melody soothes another heart.

She is a palette full of rich and moody colors.
Sometimes she is bold like the streak of red of the sky at dawn
or delicate as soothing soft colored pastels. 

At times she’s vibrant
with her colors high on hue
and at times she is dim and quiet.

She is contoured with passion;
whirlwind of colors
coaxing the brushstroke
as she is canvassed.

She is the evocative strokes
of a tempestuous soul
of curious contrast;
an exquisit chaos.

She is the raw,
broken tiles pieced together
into a mosaic;
an intricate masterpiece like picasso’s.

Her body,
her soul
is constantly moulding
sculpting into a phasing masterpiece.

She is an album;
a gallery.

She wasn’t built to validate 
to be understood
and loved by all 
She’s supposed to make you feel in the way she thought.

For she is the enigmatic narrative of her truth
and a beautiful ambiguity.

— Happy International Women’s Day! Share this poetry with who this reminded you of 💞

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