A portrait of me
Painted through
Your eyes
Is painful to see

You imagine my soul to be
Black
Ugly
Something to be suspicious of

But my soul
Though touched by darkness
Is filled with light
And overflowing
With hope for
Better futures
Happier days

Maybe someday
You will see
Me
Just me
Not a perverted image
Of me
And I will
Find myself surrounded
By love and laughter
In a portrait upon your wall

©2014 Jill Baker