True Art
Your evaluation of me
Has not been kind
Cloaked as truth
It is dry, tightly defined
It forces your vision
To see in black and white
Missing color, depth and light...
Now you tell me art
Is an individual thing
Meant to move each person differently
And if you're not inspired by me
Perhaps there is less art here then I believe
An individual choice, you think
Now I tell you, art remains
Lack of vision cannot change this
It will exist.
You can chose not to buy
Dismiss my attempts to frame and light
Evaluate in black and white
Colors shout, depth it bleeds
It keeps me kind as you leave
We were art, you can't change this
It will exist.
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