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.”