Poems

Words I’d like to call art.

Hero

I remember I was four.

Drawing Dinosaurs, when the assignment was my hero. I didn’t know who you were. All I know was you’re off doing war. Don’t worry, mom told me about your sparkles, how you shine beyond the wonders… and I know how little girls needed their fathers, but i’ll always wonder,

was that on your mind too? but i guess here’s my assignment about you.

I don’t like calling my art poems though much might say so, I never think that my silly little writings are ever good enough to be called “art” I always thought that, that would make actual poets felt invalidated. But if art is whatever the artist thinks is, then I’d like to think that this is art.

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