Cursed
(A dual poem by Bailey Bennett)
Creativity never came without
costs. I never saw a painter free from
pain, or an actor who didn't dabble in
addiction, or a dancer without a
disorder.Creativity is cursed.
Creativity has taken my friends
named Cameron an illustrator with
compulsions, and Adam a comic with
anxiety, and Drew a writer with
depression, and everyone else I know.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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