Kearn's

“KEARN’S” “I’m small, I hate it,” she screamed. “It’s not so bad really,” I assured her. “You’ll always be winsome.” as I puff on the cigarette, the truth holds significance. as she has given herself for the greatest of art subjects, this self-inflicted view fails to breathe. “I need to get you down here so we can set up a shoot. you know that would be everything in itself.” I said to her. “I know. I know you’d make a diamond out of this lump of coal,” she replied. as she posts her photos on facebook, on instagram and many other sites, the sentiment towards herself is absent. I’m fortunate. I get to see her daily shots and positions of feel good and I can only envy the lens that gets to see her personally. a guiltless smile wrapped inside the strength of a raging bull. this woman holds more than she gives herself credit and I can see every bit of it. as she looks oddly at herself, the best parts show. I fear the day she loses that. after all, it is the very thing that gives her substance. inside those late nights of solitude, she has crossed my mind and with it, a festering of wonderment. I could never tell her I want her to be mine. I could never tell her that I think she’s the epitome of beauty rarely found in females. if I had ever told her though, that’s one gore from a raging bull, I would never dodge. By: Chicano Eddie 9-21-2016