In dissipated anger,

the thoughts were cut and fell,

as frozen locks of misery;

reminder of my hell.

In grey, sure-suited sitting,

I stared upon my life,

and held the strands of helplessness;

the broken threads of strife.

They scattered on the floor of pain,

in spread and creep of grace,

as crucified upon the chair,

I found my broken place.

It was an offering to life,

a gift to faceless death,

and in the wanton scattering,

I saw the shape of Self.



Frida Kahlo (Mexican, 1907–1954)

Self-Portrait with Cropped Hair




Oil on canvas


15 3/4 x 11″ (40 x 27.9 cm)

Credit Line:

Gift of Edgar Kaufmann, Jr.

MoMA Number:



© 2013 Frida Kahlo / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / SOMAAP, Mexico


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