Beautiful Picture Poem by Cindy Cueva

Beautiful Picture



My pain is an art
The picture on my wrists
Angry strokes
Ruby red paint drips
My brush full of red
My eyes full of tears.

The world around me falls apart
I hold on to this picture
This reminder of what I am;
Of what they made me.

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