The Painter (Rose Carruthers)

I am She who will not be subdued

Who will not be repressed

I am She with assertion swaying in Her hips

Seduction rising in Her breast

And rebellion stained red across her lips

(and rebellion stained red across Her lips)

I am She who will be obeyed

Who will be Remembered

I am She

I am All that I have made:

The crimson of the ribbon at my throat

The blackness of my lashes, and

The rich green shining moat

of iris which surrounds my centre

I am the Eye

And I am the paleness of bare skin

I am She

And I will not be subdued.