A Painting Poem by Paige Johnson

Hair like burnished onyx, draped o'er somber blades
Garbed in silken turquoise, cascading down in waves
Upon her sunken features, beneath skin of ivory pearl
Frozen on papyrus, exists a hollow girl

Made to act a certain way, under the glaring light of day
As the moon rises in her skies, by night she is another way
Anchored to these written words, trapped by thee unknown
She's not as different as they say, she feels it in her bones

Hung for all to see, she dies, in a place that's not a home
Displayed are her dark qualities, opened, all is known
Unfair to judge a painting still, by the colors on the page
Worse to brandish the artists shame, from the outside of her cage