I Am Art

I see you from my coloured canvas pedestal
Broken, incomplete or work in progress
What label do you paste upon my skin?
Does it influence my value or my worth?
You avert from the scars I have collected
Disgust, discomfort or indifference
That I am not the perfect specimen
But I have attempted to align precisely
With the sharp lines of society’s expectations
Failed I drew another vector of sadness
Stretched solemn, serious and surrounded
By the court, judge and jury of popular opinion
Skimming on acceptable appearance
I fear my measure falls way short
But are we not, every one of us receiving
New paint strokes, until our last rasping breath?
Adding to the masterpiece of our legacy
Completed posthumously by sentiment
Of the intangibles that we have created
Memories and feelings all that shall remain
To determine the cardinal virtue of the departed
To each individual that gives them thought
Renders them immortal in brushstrokes of recall
So I ask to leave my monetary garner blank
As like you, I am a one-of-a-kind priceless gem
And wish not your external wordy influence
Alter my reflection with murky greys of disapproval
I too shall refrain from splashing paint in your direction
That we may respect the variance in each creativity

Debbie Gravett © 2021.08.18

Image by Brigitte makes custom works from your photos, thanks a lot from Pixabay

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