Judy Reeves Poet Free verse

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?

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