My only escape
is this art I have found.
I play with words
like I would a baby.
I change them like
I would a diaper.
I find comfort in this art.
It's so.
comforting.
The smoothness when the flow
is just right
The vibes when the flow is
extreme.
I've found an art greater
than this art
That is,
making the art mine
I modify it like
a scientist modified
a vaccine they've created.
I modify it to
fit my style,
because I don't like following
rules
My style is oversized and it
makes my mom uncomfortable
Sometimes, my style is too short,
and that displeases her, too
So double-sided,
this one.
But this is my style
My modification.
My.
Art.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
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