I used to know
my art- a place where
work
and
beauty collide
in the eye
and I
becomes
me and you,
people
of a hopeful group.
I want to
justify
my artwork.
I want to
work
as an artist.
But if
beauty
is in the eye of the beholder,
What
becomes
of the people whose eyes’ don’t
see like mine.
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