It was just a normal

It was just a normal visit to the relatives.

Loud voices, quick footsteps, clearing of throats everywhere.

Curious questions are aimed towards me.

" How's college? Is it hard?"

I'm fine, the classes aren't too bad.

" You're majoring in something art-related, correct?"

Yes, I'm a Art/Design major.

"Must be hard to find employment then."

I apologize then but the lack of emploment is everywhere.

I know this is the truth but please don't remind me, remind those like me

that we are struggling to survive as artists.

Don't look down on us, sneering at our attempts to be known,

claiming what we do is just a hobby.

It isn't a form of entertainment.

It's a way of living through expressing everything that rages inside of us.

What can I say, what can I do to make this clear to you?

 

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