no, i was not a poet then
because i glazed upon my skin
and saw it as paper i could easily cut.
no, i was also not an artist then
because i painted over my scars,
hoping to become a work of art.
yet, i bear the title of a poet
and wear the badge of an artist,
for indeed, i am a poet and an artist,
but far from the spectrum that society
has manipulated and stapled into your head.
therefore, i'm only human-
one that has always been a work of art,
and a luscious garden of poetry at heart.
i am simply a nuclear fusion
of calmness and chaos,
with a spark of uniqueness.
@boonthemoonluv
