To Be Someone’s
Statue me
Paint or sculpt me with such poise
Statue me
Leave me in the courtyard of your mind
To collect raindrops with my tears
Yet be under your kind
Statue me
Freeze my being, stone me like Medusa
Place me on a pedestal tall as st Lucia
Statue me
For everyone or no one to see
with chiseling imperfections on my torso.
Statue me
with height like lady liberty or an Oscar
Pause me in time as I exist
Statue me
I wouldn’t even consider bending another limb,
If it meant I could be
in the light of day of your garden
for eternity
Statue me
Watch as my muscles harden,
And I lose myself internally.
Statue me
Toss me aside,
With the rest of your sculptures
How full of greed
Is your heart?
Statue me
Now that I can’t bleed
Your actions and ignorance hit me like a hammer
Wound after wound
Yet nothing pouring out
Statue me
Till I tire you
My face not something you want to see
Yet you collect my pieces so blue,
And begin your process again.
Statue me,
Er wait.
We did that.
Now statue him,
Until his shadow makes you sick.