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your freckles and dimples
match the colour of the visual art
you put up last sunday
by your bedroom window.
you say art is for art's sake
but i refuse to believe that.
i want to show you;
art is for those who can love,
who haven't yet lost
the last embers to hold on to life.
it is tough to create,
tougher to put your creation
for inspection
by the world
that is heartless

in most cases.
i want you to know
that your art defines
a part of you,
not all of you.
you work with rough jute
and acrylic
but that is not all.
you are also the girl
who likes glitter
in her wardrobe
and would love to learn
how to skate like a pro.
you are the girl,
who is sometimes shy,
sometimes exuberant
and absolutely unpredictable.

you are also the girl
to have a thousand markers
yet use none.
you are not defined
by all those small things.
you are a blend
of the blue,
the pink,
the yellow
mixed with
a lot of red
and brown,
purple running
through your middle,
you are all those things
you choose not to see.

when the stars align tonight,
look out of your window
and place a hand on your heart.
you don’t have to say a prayer
but be thankful
that you are
you.