Wednesday, February 18

for him...

Look at Yourself
For Once

Why do you take my picture?

Almost 40,
exhausted
shoulders curl,

laugh wrinkles
shadowed

by the scars,
overweight,
pale sallow
sunken skin,
straight
over-processed hair,
big feet with
nails cut to the vessels,
target
clothes too small,
tired
eyes mask pain.

When I see the images
I wonder
if you plan
to reveal
me,
show me
what I have
become or simply

take
advantage of

an opportunity
to bring the attention
from you to
me

Let me
have
the damn camera.

LLS

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