Illegitimate Artist Child
Being
an artist.
What does
she see?
Really?
Is she
part of
her dreams?
Or did
DNA
take place
in her
believing?
Is she
an original
piece?
Or
just a
hodge podge
mess of
family history?
You tell me.
What
makes her
artistry real?
Is she
really
a feeling
creative
being?
Or
just a
product of
random
desire taking?
A
young man
in back of
his car.
Looking for
sex.
In a
young girls
sickness.
Not
looking beyond.
What
they've created.
Wanting with
an
unabashed
nakedness.
An
artist child.
Ashamed of
her making.
Living in
the world.
That
judges the
taking.
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