No matter what generation you come from
There is a cruelness of men and women
Not all men and not all women
But some to many of both

In a search for connection
I showed him my art
Drawings of dreams
And of nightmares

The vulnerability of imperfect lines
Of raw pain mixed into streaked charcoal
Page after page I flipped
Through my inner most thoughts

I watched his eyes
As he scanned each design
He turned toward me
Looking in my eyes
And gently says...

"You should stick to poetry"