I wish that I could draw
because I could show you my work and
you wouldn’t question what it meant.
A charcoal figurine with lavender eyes
would be admired for its form, its contrast.
Little feet and large swollen hands and
you wouldn’t even question my perspective.
It is art- things are meant to be distorted
and wrong and upturned.
You wouldn’t say; “Why are you sad?” or
“Where have these thoughts come from?”
because you’d know what is produced comes from
pent up creativity that has always been there,
or maybe just the lead of a pencil
and a moving hand.