What is Art in the eyes of my seven year old self?
Art for me was drawing flowers
It was looking up in the clouds and seeing different animals
It was walking in class to see posters about friendship
Posters about nouns and verbs and Conjunctions
Posters about love.
Now the question has changed.
What is Art for my sixteen year old self?
It's the suicide notes piling up in the drawer
The crimson red flowing from my arms, making their way down my hands and dripping down on the floor leaving the white duvet stained with red.
It's the scars that spell societies words.
Useless
Stupid
Weird.
It's the blade from the sharpener,
So small yet does great demage.
What is Art for my twenty one year old self?
It's the screams that leave my boyfriend's mouth
The threatening he does at 2am.
The bruises embodied on my skin
Its telling my mother I'm okay when I visit.
Laughing and smiling as dad jokes around.
It's being pregnant with a baby I didn't want.
It's being left all alone after the baby is born.
What is art for my thirty five year old self?
It's going back home to stay with mom and dad
It's having to work three jobs to pay some bills
It's promising my son to come to his soccer game
It's having to see the disappointment in his face when gran goes with him instead because i have to work.
What is your definition of art?
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I don't really like this one, well when i had first written it i liked but not anymore...lol😊
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PoetryDig deeper in any soul and you'll tend to find Pain as the root to the flower that has been blooming for decades.⊙_⊙
