It’s so much easier to be a part than a whole,

A piece of a puzzle that’s already solved.

But one piece can’t be a picture

Can’t be understood

Without the others.

What if you were a painting-

Priceless, unique-

Would you paint over yourself

To match another’s idea of you?

Absurd.

I wouldn’t.

But we do. The world tells us

To be special, individual

But not weird.

Weird is bad.

So we hide.

What is the point of a museum

Where every painting is the same?

If the paintings would uncover themselves

We could be beautiful.

Together.

Weird is good.