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A Drawing
a line
a curve
a dash of color
red here,
blue there
stubby little hands
broken, dirty fingernails
make futile attempts
to peel off the paper
of a diminishing crayon
I’m just a human face
flawed
maybe even dehumanized
by innocent hands
but I am “perfect”
and so I am perfect
voices ooh and ahh
mother coos
father beams
I am this “masterpiece”
I am this work of art
I do not see what is so grand
I am just scribbles,
a stick figure
with nothing but dots for eyes,
hardly a smudge for clothes
My world is empty
I have nothing
but the most elementary of colors and surroundings
to fulfill me
But yet
I am so highly praised
I am hung on the wall for all to see
and my creator
with his tubby hands
and his gap-toothed smile
and his enthusiastic squeal
he is proud of me
and so I am perfect
That's good Raych Raych. You
That's good Raych Raych. You should chekc out my new poem called "Empty People, I am one no no more" or somethign like that. You'll love it:)
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Hahaha "raych raych". Lol. I
Hahaha "raych raych". Lol. I did read your poem. And all of them haha, empty people and the one you wrote for a friend are my favorites...
Hahah thanks. Ima try to
Hahah thanks. Ima try to write something about us but every time i try.....i can't come up with anything.
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