Forget what they tell you
About being a masterpiece
You are not art
You are not stagnate beauty,
Nor were you created for the pleasure of others
You were not meant to be marveled at
by the simple minded
Or ridiculed for your every flaw
You are not art
You are wind
Sending chills through the bones
of those in your presence
You are fire
Spitting embers with a coal-coated tongue
You are water
A bubbling stream of euphoric laughter
No, you are not art
You are so much more
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Forget what they tell you
About being a masterpiece
You are not art
You are not stagnate beauty,
Nor were you created for the pleasure of others
You were not meant to be marveled at
by the simple minded
Or ridiculed for your every flaw
You are not art
You are wind
Sending chills through the bones
of those in your presence
You are fire
Spitting embers with a coal-coated tongue
You are water
A bubbling stream of euphoric laughter
No, you are not art
You are so much more
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