Colored Pencil Drawings by Adolfo Fernandez Rodriguez
EXCUSE YOU WHAT
…fuck off hyper realism you make a me so angry
L̠̣̞̞͗͑͌͛͋ͮ̐̕͘͝Á̷̡͔̭͖͙ͫ̋͐ͧͦ̽̋͂̒P̺̈̋I̸̻̙̟̦̱ͮ̍Ź͖̫͙͕̼̋ͮ̎͌̅͢͢͝ͅ ̶̞̼̩͍̘͎͓̭̒̐̏̚D̠͖̥̲̠̩̈̇̾́ͯ̂͆̔Ę͔̣̪̠̫̹̞͖̞̈̿͑ͯ̈̒̚̕ ̙͐ͩ͋̓̐ͧ͊̚͡C̖͈̏̿̋ͣ͌̓̃O̴̺̠̱͑̒L͖̮̂͌ͣͨͩ̂͆̕͝Ȯ͎͔̳͙̤̳̲͇̽̊͠Rͨ̔̾͌̀̈́͛̓҉͈̥͉̬̺̖̫̜̙
She was built with all the necessary attributes—
No apparent defects, she was multi-faceted cute
Her body was home to chromosomes of not X’s and Y’s
But passion and love and excellent ties to a family of faith
And an inclination to grace, this kind of joy would one day show on her face
Till then her golden soul gave her visions worth the dreamer
She just wanted to hear a voice that sounded like hers and could see her
But then she grew up and her legs grew long
Her body became curves and all of a sudden that straight and narrow path she was on became slurs of words like
Yeah they could see her, and even if they were muted phrases she absorbed them like praises and they awoke her soul to feel like she could indeed be an angel, a goddess,
And that her aura would draw forth these strange men of confidence but loneliness,
She could indeed be the hottest,
They should kiss her feet and worship her lips, the ones on her face and below her sacred hips,
No, he doesn’t love her now, but maybe after he fucks her he’ll become intoxicated to her movements, Like an addiction to the blush of her cheeks, He’ll truly love her and try to prove it
Like with him she’d never feel weak, and he’d never rush her or want to lose it
She would be the one thing they’re missing, their absent component,
Only she’s hoping it’s a lifelong blessing, and they always just needed it for the moment.
Her framework lasted through the storms but her heart was gaping open wide
So she shut it from any unassuming breeze because that meant no one would leave with just another spoken lie
Like, “I love you,” or “You will be mine,”
Her mind would made her a wretch at the words that seemed a stretch to carry out
She would wonder if it were best or just absurd, to remove herself from the world,
Because becoming a woman made her realize that it was impossible to be a girl.
What would you do to rebuild, once her body no longer stood?
She’s like the warm sun breathing in you life, she is what wakes you from the night,
Her beauty will never fade as long as you continue to see her right
She just needs to be held up by your hands, and wants to be understood
Would you agree to that endeavor, or would you try to block her light?
For she is a body, a flesh and spirit, and you fear it wasn’t just nails and wood.