Be...Fragile.

Be gentle in strokes that create 

For art, like glass, fall to pieces 

Brushed away in garbage-filled pails 

Spoken by unlovely tenses

Be sure to love me gently 

Marked fragile across my chest

Like sharp corners rough and jagged 

My skin is a womb of compassion 

Everything I touch turns to Stone

Pigmented from pale, dry, erased 

the red in their eyes gazed back, "No more!"

I live by alive, not awake 

Be simple with your sentences 

Each noun objectifies me

No ending, today is like sorrow 

Tomorrow, I thought left a PLEASE! 

The grays the winter I wore

Were back to black, a hole

The colors were meant for rare occasions

I felt like getting dressed: UNKNOWN

Though, I stand out from my back 'gift' in pocket 

While in front, my confidence speaks loud

Be proud of my quiet humility 

The leaves that I rake, hollow vows

No army of foreign appeals 

A camera crew guarding my land  

Laid inside me, the glitz and the gamble

While no one can hear my voice 

Be careful not to arouse me 

My rage hidden by feet in the dust 

[Part 2]

Be careful when you hold my hand,

I may need you in the mourning

A hug is my comfort land 

When breathing is breath and breath means nothing 

Be casual when closing your eyes

You may see me in your memory 

Laughing aloud, causing harm

Under my parched, pear tree 

Head on my pillow 

Tears by my ears 

Facing my fears 

As the years old, become clear 

Be boxed and uncaged by the madness 

The emotions, we all know and love 

Be concerned with that package marked: FRAGILE 

INSIDE... a woman, her story, her words.