Why does the artist
Get to do a self-portrait
In somber colors?
Gaunt cheeked,
A picture of himself
Serious and unconcerned.
Why can’t I write words
Indifferent to my critics
With cheeky expressions
That say “This is me.”
When did I learn to mourn
Over what others’ think?
I must pose unafraid
And paint my own picture,
Even if my way is
To draw and quarter myself
In words.
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