Colors on Display

She paints him
colors to suit her taste.
Her actions mold him according to her whims
while he writhes beneath her gaze,
those dark lenses transforming
his contour, size and shape.
Soon she has him ready,
wrapped for her display called life.

There is one catch.
She can’t control his sounds
reverberating off walls,
hills or ears of passersby.
They overhear his cry,
“Let me be me or set me free.”
They catch his whimper,
“Must you refashion me
to walk beside you
on parade?."