Enter into life maimed.

Enter into life maimed.
This is a hostile environment for artists.
They want grind, production, grueling rules. You must present a deliverable.

I’m not much in contention because systems need to operate.
Yet I see how we all inadvertently influence each other.
We market the production.
We produce the market.

And where does the artist rest?

We are feeble, selfless, misplaced.

We are outcasts  *  orators

hurt with oil *  watercolor  *  acrylic.

We categorized it under

          “Arts & Entertainment”

           “ ***  & Recreation”

                    meaning, “secondary…..later, later, and after.”

But we are threads in this fabric, too!

Raw and unwoven, offensively textured

Unapologetically truthful

We come in yellow silk, yarn neon green

And gray from the bass of a humming cello.

Artist need not fight for their place in society.

We already  / merely  reflect it.

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