Mom said artists starve
Don’t dream for the stars
I thought that artist
Meant physical art
Portraits and paintings
Pottery making
But art’s a feeling
No mind how fleeting
Art’s an emotion
Set hearts in motion
Art’s inspiration
Calls for ovation
A poem in prose
Inspiration throughs
Songs sung spurring spirit
You’ll love or fear it
So, I sit, typing
Write for your liking
I’m not yet starving
But close to starting
This life’s not perfect
But art is worth it.
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