Art,and Poetry are passions
For me what about you
Life had no meaning without them,
When I get a pen something magical happens,
Things get hard so I disappear
Into my world of art and fear
Fear that I wont be good enough
I've tried all my life
I try every time
Yet I never succeed
But I guess thats just me
Art brings out my creativity
It has nothing to do with my ethnicity,
So stop judging me
Im free but jeez
Im not white like you
Im Black and Blue because of my poems about you,
Poetry is me
What is you?
I let it show
My feelings and grow
I get better each day
Because time goes away
Or is it here to stay
As I begin to go away
My passions stay, but live by my name,
~Ayanna
