Art of Life
Is it that art imitates life?
Or does life imitate art?
If it's the latter, then my life
has been Expressionist from the start.
It may not be aesthetic to you
but there is an enigmatic grace
that stems from the subtle remnants
of pain, permanently etched in my face
You may find my art to be grisly,
truth be told I can't blame you
people condemn that with they don't compare
and for that I can hardly shame you.
If I said graffiti was aesthetic
and you were to tell me that it's not
how would you denounce the value
of the works of Jean-Michel Basquiat?
Art has no set shape or form
the beholder decides its appeal.
Your inability to grasp art's allure
doesn't make the beauty any less real.
A lack of pain can render you sightless,
baffled by struggle and strife.
So I see why you can't realize
the marvel in the art of my life.
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