A table set, with cutlery almost perfect - just the one plastic fork. A football field all stripped out in stripes and checks and a referee in glorious pink. Necklaces of bauble diamanté, polished pearls with just the one skeleton eye socket. Rolled over waves of skin wrapped outside the crimpolene and translucent lyrex; most people try to disguise their differences.
But the artist shouts out loud
Look at me I don't give a damn
I'm me
I am supposed to be.
A pretty dress, a Zimmer frame, a swimsuit
All seen through fantastical eyes
Feminist: Black or brown, gay or straight
But no mention of disabled
A collection of paintings
An exhibition
A self of self portraits
Hey you it's me!
So just what did you expect?
