Heal

Were there terrible men and women in your lives,
relatives or non-relatives, at any point,
who found it pleasing to compare your beauty to someone else’s, 
in order to get to you and make you think less of yourself
or get you to agree to whatever perversion they wanted to try with you.

“You are fine but not as fine as your mother. Why are you feeling yourself?
Remove your skirt, let me see your legs” and such.

I bring you healing. You are beautiful, and I’m not just trying to patronize you. Don’t ever let anyone determine what you think of yourself. 

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Can We Be ‘Grokay’?

Can one be great but not okay?
Can one be okay but not great?
Can you be everything but okay?
Can you be okay, but without anything?
How can we be okay if we’re not great?
But, how can you be great if you’re not okay?

 


Money or Art?
Money or Life?
What do we do? We need both. 
We don’t get paid for living, we need money to survive,
but we don’t live when the money comes first.
Our art dies and so do we.

We Bleed Art

When our hearts get broken,
when our souls get injured,
when our very beings get tampered with,
our eyes shed tears in sympathy,
and art becomes the blood
that our hearts profusely bleed.