The Broken Column

Broken Column wrapped in female form split down the centre more than femininity exposed Breasts capture the eye Her softness Confusing Arousing head held high Her long black hair flows cascades across decades immortalized Tears streaming down a saddened face Doves crying to be understood cheerful colors confuse the minds eye What thoughts lie beneath that unibrow Beauty within painted distortions Who is her oppressor Look deep Emotions overexposed Is this her living nightmare broken yet standing tall Immovable moving force demanding to be seen Silent yet speaking volumes Metal corset binds holds constricts White flowing gown What is hidden beneath What does she wish to shield from our prying eyes Yet if you look deep she reveals all See beyond the physical the manicured the lovely crimes nailed to her being cutting pushing splitting exposing A heart pierced hidden from sight Immovable contemplations reacting with the unseen Barren landscapes contradicting female form Symbol of all women givers sustainers of life Fertile powerful spiritual eternal Rising from the ground our foundation We build upon her soul Free her celebrate her rise Without her we fall we fail we cease to exist Do not allow her to crumble beneath the weight of our iniquity Cyndi Macmillan's "Women who paint contest series:Frieda Kahalo in Free Verse." The painting I chose was "The Broken Column"