Nude Painting

There she was standing alone on a podium wearing nothing but her dignity intact. Standing tall like statue for onlookers to paint her on their canvas. It was hours of work but still not enough hard work to pay her well. while they were painting her body, she was painting a canvas of her own,in her mind. Thousand colors splashed and danced those of the realities of life,with just a single brush to stroke. Her eyes looking/searching for the artist who could paint the real her-pain ,poverty and hope. she is called a model which she dislikes,prefers to be called by her name,since she respects her work which feeds her hungry children . she is optimistic that beautiful colors will fill her life canvas,where her dreams are wonderful. Her body is impoverished but not her heart which yearns for better change. she sheds her clothes, which is a secret to her people not that she is ashamed but just plain poverty. Money makes us see colors which we never knew existed. these people are silent warriors who fight battles all their lives hoping for a real sunrise. PS:This poem was written , inspired by an article which I read in a newspaper about a woman who works as a nude model , for students who pursue arts.I do hope this poem captured the essence of the article.