I will paint them all in those colors
the dismal, unfamiliar ones
but I will paint myself
in the familiar, beloved shades
I will paint myself likable and red
healthy, happy, and dancing
but the other women will be gray
and olive, and even cold and naked
but I will be clothed and beautiful
despite their wrinkled and despairing faces
I will stand set apart from my women
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