Selfie
I am the slab of clay in your hands
mould me into a shape that you like
I am the blank canvas for your brush
paint a picture, perfect and bright
I am the naked mannequin
let me model all your finery
I am the smile painted on your face
showing the world all is well
I am the contrived version of you
the perfect self your camera sees
I am the vision of your self
that desires insincere praise
You call me a selfie
but whose self, am I?
Copyright © Judy Reeves | Year Posted 2022
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