kryptOnite

[Girl Gang] Tuscany

i met Tuscany when she was 18
sketched daffodil when the sun was sizzlin'
ignored the shallow, infused the hollow
dived into a pallet full of yellow

canvas, flat brush, lemonade in a tall glass
pale beige, bright canary, dark ochre in contrast
drew the metaphor of rejected grass
painted the story of sands in an hourglass

but in a field of spice,
she was running out of space

"art is a waste of penny
why don't you help your granny
cook some bacon and pepperoni?"

"art is a waste of time
why don't you prepare wine and lime
to freshen our lunchtime?"

so she packed her bag,
grabbed some bread,
buried her tag,
and run away,
to where the colors of marigold called her name,
to where blank tunnels be her game,
to where she belongs.

roadside, pavement, dull walls
graffiti and murals, spray and rolls
she answered Berlin's calls;
to beautify its streets,
visualize its folktales,
and unfold fantasies on metal fences

look closer
to the facade of skyscraper
it's where you'll find her
leaving traces of rebellion
and artistic expression
in the form of an untangled imagination

i meet Tuscany in Berlin,
living her best dream at 19.