Oil Painting on Easel in Nuwandart Gallery

I saw it immediately, even though there were several other paintings in the way.
Leaning on the easel--
her back turned to the viewer,
face hidden,
bones protruding from backside
and the skinniest butt I have seen since I stepped on my daughters nude barbie
when I was walking down the stairs last week.

I, Mrs. Non-Censorship,
with my live and let live mantra,
wanted to run over and throw a towel over that painting,
considered turning the canvas around so that it would be hidden,
and stewed for three days over what I wanted my daughters to know about beauty.

Not from barbies or anorexic looking still life's
but real beauty.
like their great grandmothers eighty seven year old hands.
Art and poetry. Life.