Painted by Lauren Rudolph


Am I meek?
Or, am I tender?

Soft bends of skin,
porcelain,
rendered fragile...

Though, I know better.

Feather-light,
my gaze drops down
to distant lands.

Porcelain,
my strength runs deep,
and I surrender.

Tender? 
Yes.

And I tend to myself.

I won't be placed upon a shelf,
held from afar to play the part.

Modesty will not forsake me.

Take me.

-Jayme