I wish I could draw,

     to paint still-life with ease,

     to mix the colors and make a masterpiece.

I could pain men in nude,

     and women too,

     fat and skinny,

     slim and obese;

I could draw shadows,

     and rolls

     and acne

     and moles.

I could make beauty

     out of everything I see.

Maybe then I would be happy

     with what is inside of me.