I dont need a title
I dont need a name
I reflect what others give me
Have given me
I am a rainbow
Solid black and white, gray areas showing
A marine painted me
A young aspiring artist
Did something illegal-graffiti
But they still call it art
Call me art
You cant judge someones art
Never been in their head before
Seeing the ideas come to life
Like a rich bowl of milk fresh from the cow
With all that cream and filler
This is what creativity is
Pulling ideas from a hat
Inmersing yourself in a world you see with a different lense
Bouncing ideas off another
And creating a whole new purpose.

This poem is about: 
My community