excited I got looking forward wouldn't stop could almost touch the dream I saw behave I will follow the drill
two months to wait turned with one call no faith three years -it changed older I get let's see what's left in 3 years no drafts a sketchbook full of practice deep sketches weep still I will follow free the path for me
a dream that broke so much to choke
discrimination it is but I won't miss they made a choice but I have a voice write it down with rhyme, not frown the truth I speak without a leak
The story behind:
Drawing is kind of the only thing I have some confidence in. Because the only way to become better is practice. And I'm in some really weird world if I draw, I like it that way. You look. And if you really see it, you draw it. That’s how it works.
So when I found a drawing course that focused on really seeing,drawing realistically, cause that's what I like. I got excited. Finally, something where I fit into. Something serious.
But then… They called my mom. Said I was too young. 18+ only. Could have made an exception if I was 17 But no way a 15 year old could come in. They never asked to see my art. Never cared how I draw. Just: “Too young.” And “the teacher doesn't want you.” So I’m not getting in.
But that's not stopping me :)
This vacation, I’ll practice. With some silly YouTube videos and some from real professionals, I will try every **** thing until, maybe some year sometime I could get in a class.