I can fly
While filtered, I was caged up like a dove ...
In Noah's Ark
Through the filter ...
No one could see me waiting
I was going crazy
My anticipation always waiting
Through the filter, I took to painting ...
Painting the roses green and their thorns red
I painted like a phantom in mid-December
Traveling fast from myself with doe eyed eyes
like delicate China hitting a concrete constitutional war
Through the Filter ....
One night, " I had a dream"
That I was King
That I wasn't crazy
That God made this little dove divine
Through the filter ....
I watched a corrupt nation run blind and give kisses through lenses and Apples eyes...
Through the filter , I learned to dream
I sat waiting, and dreaming of the liquid, where I'd rise like twin towers.
Or an Iron forged from the fire
No Filter !
I've got things to say
You're a liar
Your sharp tongued words and cutlery prod me but I will not be devoured
Unlike Andy Warhol I am fighting the filter
Because true Art is expression
No Filter, can ever depict a true expression of me
I am young, brave, and confident
All of this I speak and write with ............