Skin Deep

Picasso would have seen who I really was,
He would have seen my two faces,
A Queen, imperious and regal,
A beauty,
Whose eyes could captivate and lure any man into her arms,
My true self masked by the perfume of power,
I could change destinies at my whim.
Pharos had to build pyramids to preserve their memory,
My passport to prosperity was my face,
Captured by poets,
Passed down through generations and spread across the world,
And yet I was not as I was painted,
I was simply a woman in a man’s world,
Fighting to survive.