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My Art Poem

I create art that relates to me

I’ve learned to not let what others think

Portray my ways

I have a constant feeling of needing to create

I have a constant feeling of not being enough

Because I missed so much growing up

My grandma was an art teacher

She taught me a lot

I wish I listened on the spot

My confidence got in the way,

My childhood stirred the pot

Depression likes to creep up on me.

My confidence stinks. It likes to spit on me

Call me names

My mood switches fast, like when curvy roads in Italy

I wish I could paint Italy

I wish I could paint a smile.

I create art that makes me happy

I release my feelings when feeling unhappy.

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