Tuesday, June 12, 2012

To Destroy and Create

I painted violent visuals today,
but my prayers were misunderstood.
They pointed fingers at me,
seperating me from the mass,
telling their children:
“Look! Her hands have been blessed
to destroy and create.”

I am a grostesque sight today.
My arms were freed from their blessings,
But they again pointed their fingers at me,
seperating me from the crowd,
telling their loved ones:
“Pity her, give her some coins,
her head has no hand to feed.”

Your growth story

why aren't we here?
You did invite us
but did you ever ask,
why aren't we here?

We are homeless, breatheless
feeding our monsters,
living inside us--
how will i be there?