The moldless block of clay stares back at me, 

vapid and ugly in nature, it begs to become art. 

To be made into something from nothing 

To conform to the crevices of my fingers 

and bend into unthinkable beauty. 

Art is in humanity  

Every day great potential in children is wasted

from social circumstances or unfortunate disasters 

Be the molder, artist, and empowerer

for those who yearn to make the most of their life 

but can't do it alone.