I Am Art
He holds my hand
While we stare at art pieces
All through the museum in perfect silence
He tells me I belong on the wall
With the rest of the masterpieces;
I bite my lip to keep from smiling.
We exit the museum and walk
Down the stairs to the garden.
He tells me I’m his favorite flower,
I tell him the rose is my favorite
But you’re my favorite flower
He says a hundred times.
I am the bouquet sitting by the windsheild
For all to see
He tells me my hair is everything to me
I let it fly in the wind so that he knows it is mine
He looks at me with love and joy
I look at myself through his sunglasses
He says I am flawless and I reply
Yes I am flawless, I woke up like this