I used spend all this time,
Thinking, belittling my work
Because I thought you,
You didn’t approve, value,
Like it
Some many words, conversations
Played on repeat
A continuous loop of
You don’t think my work is good
Therefore, I am not good
I used to place all this weight
On myself, judging, minimizing
My work, my art, my talent
With words like “those who can’t, teach”
On an endless stabbing loop
Drip, drip, dripping
With shadows that were cold, so cold
Though I am not fully out of the shade,
I shiver and stand up
I declare my talent to the world
Like it, love it, hate it
I don’t care, because I like it, love it,
am
proud
of
it.
