Art

sorry to leave you this long, but you know I cannot outgrow you

my safe place, I found comfort in you a long time ago

do not worry, I am not talking about a person, this is a poem about poetry

the poetry that lives inside of me, even when I do not feel like writing it down

when I was a little girl, my daddy used to shout at me for my sins, at least that is what I used to think

but my sins were just not being the perfect little girl he tried so hard to build with his hands

now I know that I was once perceived as clay, not only to my daddy, but in my life to all kind of men

today I still find myself scared to confrontation, because I am still so scared to rejection

they taught me if I was not the best, I was nothing… if I was not perfect, I was nothing

but not everything was so bad, I had my grandpa

he introduced me to the most powerful weapon I was ever going to hold… it was art

every kind of art, he taught me what a soul needed to be composed of

later in life, I found my place in the words of the heart

the sorrows, the screaming, the pain

the joy…

the love…

I could never escape from poetry, I am made of it, and I know we are all made of it

the comfort I found in the poetry came from the knowing that not a single person was ever going to rate my soul

they could rate the orthography, the composition, the rhymes, the lack of them

but never my feelings… those are always protected

art protects the spirit of people

my art​

my poetry​

my home​