I wanted to be a painting, A goddess. I wanted to be all Aphrodite, Body and curves. I didn’t want Athena’s leadership, I wanted the power of seduction. I wanted to be a muse, Amused by the spellbound stares. I wanted to be a mare, Bred into beauty and totality and grace. I wanted to be nothing less than art. So the gods blessed me with such Voluptuous hips and curves. But I do not want to look like Renaissance art, I want to be a contemporary model. Thin and toned with golden glow. So now the gods shake their heads And wonder why they put so much hope, So much effort, so much and so little Into me.