Paintbrush


A tool
I tend to be
picking me up
putting me down
I don’t have a say
in when I get used
smothered in hues
inspired to move
stroked with ease
this way then
that way
circled
around
up and
down
inspired
to move
smothered
in reds
yellows
and blues
lines of
colors
curvy
smooth
textured
too
light
and
dark
so many
but I
can't choice
rinse me, clean me
leave me to be
I’m just a tool
at least now
I can see
the form of
me

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It is about the motions a paintbrush would go through. but you can get a lot of meaning about how a women would talk about how it would feel to be used by a man.