This is a poem I initially wrote for a scholarship contest, but I thought I'd post it here because it matches the message of my blog. Let me know what you think!
Painting
It’s so much
easier to be a part than a whole,
A piece of a
puzzle that’s already solved.
But one
piece can’t be a picture
Can’t be
understood
Without the
others.
What if you
were a painting-
Priceless,
unique-
Would you
paint over yourself
To match
another’s idea of you?
Absurd.
I wouldn’t.
But we do.
The world tells us
To be
special, individual
But not
weird.
Weird is
bad.
So we hide.
What is the
point of a museum
Where every
painting is the same?
If the
paintings would uncover themselves
We could be
beautiful.
Together.
Weird is
good.
