Misunderstood

I am no Goddess,

Yet you claim I am one.

I have been kept on a Pedestal,

But please,

I need to have my feet firmly planted

On the Ground.

You portray me as a flawless being,

Like I can do no wrong.

To you,

I possess all Nature’s Gifts

As if they have been sculpted.

And I should be worshipped

At a shrine,

If not many.

To you,

My Smile is Effervescent,

And you say seeing it every time

Reminds you what heaven looks like.

To you,

I am so tall and statuesque,

That I need to be looked up to

In Reverence.

To you,

I am as pure as the foam of the Sea,

And as pure as a Lotus

That dwells in Mud.

To you,

I am as Wise as a Strigid,

And sees things that others don’t

So far ahead of time and place.

To you,

I am Moonlight,

And I brighten up the darkest of times

Full of Effulgence and Radiance.

To you,

I do not walk,

But glide on Air.

To you,

My eyes are as Seductive

As a Peacock’s Feathers.

Alluring. Inviting. Tempting.

To you,

My voice is a Siren Call,

Draws you closer,

When you try to pull away.

To you I am Your Muse.

You make me seem Flawless.

Like I can ONLY be described as Exquisite.

And can do no wrong.

But you could not be more Mistaken.

You need to see that it’s not Marble,

But skin that is so full of scars.

And sometimes irreversible marks.

You need to see

Me when I fall on my knees.

Not in Prayer,

But crying out in Pain.

You need to see

How I become as Blind as a Bat,

Especially in Matters of the Heart.

You needed to see

The big splatters

When people slung Mud

At me.

You need to see

Me during those times

I just couldn’t smile.

Where was the Sun?

You needed to see

Me during those times,

I couldn’t walk,

Let alone glide.

When I was crippled by humiliation.

You need to see me

Those times when I am so angry,

That my eyes are on Fire,

With so much Hatred.

You need to see me

When my spirit is broken.

Because you would now hear me.

At all.

You made me seem flawless.

But you see now,

I am not.

Once upclose,

You can see the Glue, the Stitches and the Seams

That’s holding together all of me

That was once broken

No.NO.

I am no Goddess. Please see me as I really am.

Drafted in 2009

Revised and Revisited in 2018