I am an artist

I cannot spit rhymes or play drums

When I sing you won’t hear melodies

Me dancing is not an eye opening event

You won’t catch me acting in front of crowds

I am an artist

Art is my art

It is how I speak my mind

My brushes sing my songs

My pencils do my dance

I am an artist

Painted faces everywhere

Three pictures of one man, none the same

A moment in time caught in a brush stroke

Feelings expressed through the faces drawn

I am an artist

I will show you

A picture for your mother

You and your brother

Speak your mind

I am an artist.