Because Why
Why did you stop selling your art? Because
no one loves it as much as I; no one else
can look at the girl with the orange, purple
and pink hair and remember how much fun I had
working on her.
Why did you not think you were a poet?
I truly did not know, or care. All I knew, was that my
soul required me to pick up a pen and begin to write.
Some said it was poetry. I do not care because
I am unconcerned. I am the Monet of myself,
creating and re-creating, over and over and over,
never getting it quite right. I paint the same
thing a hundred times, and I shall not stop,
for I have not satisfied myself yet,
Satisfying me is what my art is about.
When I have written or drawn or painted
or danced that which thoroughly fills my soul self
and takes me to the next level, I shall stop.
But not a moment sooner.
So step out of the way,
you are in my light.
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