Art

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Please don't ever look at me and not see art
See, my soul is full of chaos written on the walls I keep guarded
i want to be seen as a woman with a good heart
But life has turned me into an artist

There's no paint dripping from these fingertips, no beautiful creation to be made
and I am not getting paid to put my feelings on paper,
but that would certainly be an upgrade

Instead my art comes from perseverance
The chaos is messy but it resembles my resilience
In a shallow world I am often over looked
But I don't want to be seen for my appearance
I want to be admired for my brilliance
The ones who would rather admire my waist and ponder how my legs would look in a dress thats laced, I am resistant

I am art in all forms, chaotic and persistent

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Open for critiques (:

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