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What is art …If it can’t be witnessed?
What is art …
When you can’t write a poem to the skies
and smile to the heaven and look up to God

Why state? Because, they cut off
Your defense line, your arteries?
Now you bleeding …
There, no gauze can close those wounds

They left doing all the talking
They’ve cut off
Your life’s source …
Now, they look at everyone as their final source

Now, you must write with your brain cells
Not with a pen, pencil or a paper
Grab your veins … as your new pen
Unwrap and unstrap hate replacing it with love

Now, you got to defend it
You must enter in … very quietly
They think you more than dumb
Telling everyone …. You born from a tree trunk

That you drunk headed to a psychiatric ward
Where there’s no peace but, worms all around
You become swarmed with bees in your head
Yea, you become swarmed
… with bees in your head
… As your head turns like Linda Blair in the air

You know becoming scared
Being beaten from hate
You don’t hesitate from this debate
You can’t win …

Now you enter to defend a deep art
Found in the deepest of all the hearts
I believe given by 8 years old …
How do I defend this art? I don’t bark
… I just suffered in silence like the Gods
… Am not a dog that gets rabies

Am Minerva, goddess of wisdom that’s all?
The Roman God by name
I never claimed to be smart
But, it was my professors and teachers that did

It was written all over the the prints
A leader proven to succeed
No matter what others may think
I proven my dignity and uniqueness

With endless of metals, awards and certificates
No match …
I was an intelligent being
They grabbing my brain cells

I was not allowed to speak
Regardless of my freedom
They grabbed it for themselves
Proving the opposite, I stole the savvy cells

Who has honored and recognized my superiority
In the many arts and sciences?
Earthly human that didn’t noticed me
You ask me why? It was the skies that did

Let’s start by asking before committing
To answers before I commit suicide!
Why should I criminalized my soul
To give those hurting me, the pleasure!

Hell, no I will not give them … what they want!
I will not satisfied their silly rottenness
Instead, I will learn to bark like a dog
But, not crawl like them as on its belly hiding

Unlike mine physique unique
They all sneaks and trickers
Crawling on their belly with a hateful tail
I tell the truth, you call me rude, liars, a thief

Insane, crazy and what more?
Are you satisfied to leave me dead?
I got news, the Dead Sea is my friend
I can go there and rise line the Dead Sea
You get that!

Please excuse my behavior
If I speak, only the truth …
It