"be a painter in words," they say
stimulate the senses and
captivate the mind,
speak from the heart and
entrance the soul,
for what kind of poem cannot
weave a poem?
"be a painter in words," they say
as if it were that simple
to spill your sins on paper and
share your heart,
your mind,
your entire being
with strangers.
"be a painter in words," they say
and to that i scoff,
"fuck you"
