all my life, i thought i was a museum,
waiting for paintings, statues, stories
to fill my walls in, to make me complete;
putting people, poets and artists first
and teaching them to put me second always.
but today, i choose not to be a museum anymore.
i am a library, a park, a street,
where life breathes and withers,
i am a work in progress,
everyday adding up to
become who i should be.
i do not need others to fill me,
for i am complete in myself.
the brush's in my hand and my life's my canvas
and i shall not let anyone else
write down my history and my legacy.
all my life i thought i was a museum,
not realising that i had been a home all the way down.
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Mixtape | Poetry
PoesieMy heart's a stereo, it beats for you. Listen to it closely. [ collection of poems, musings and more ] Cover by yours truly.