Marie-Antoinette

Made of mud in the beginning of time, I was but a project

I live, I breathe, I sing and misbehave

I don’t follow the rules

While awaiting love an appreciation

I am met with critics and unprofoundness

I am art

My eyes diverge in the direction of those who are meant to see me

My words are meant to resonate in the minds of those who understand me

My worth is to be determined by those who know my value

Spirited, cruelty free, life altering and priceless,

Provocative but soft to the touch,

I am art

Made by the hands of the godly

Sensitive to emotions

And so,

Although I make art

It is it who birthed me.