If

If Rodin was here,
I would ask him to sculpt me,
So I could see myself,
Through his eyes.

If I were a canvas,
Painted by Rockwell’s hand,
Would he see the torment,
And capture the suffering in my eyes?

If I could be a song,
It would be Happy Birthday,
So I could celebrate everyday.

If I were a poem,
Would a Captain, My Captain I be,
Or Still I rise,
The Body Electric,
Or Sonnet 51?

If I were a dream,
I would be me,
Finally,
Standing proud,
For all to see.

SDM