The Artist Who Would

Stale cigarette and turpenoid has always smelt like home to me

The chipped walls of a downtown art gallery raised me

A handwritten sign inspired me

“Your Art Here Call 7025807993”

Spray painted murals have never meant more to me

And now that I can be me

I want to thank these streets for the opportunity

 

Charleston and 3rd are not just cross roads

But a community

And it takes a village to raise someone passionate

To build walls covered with such unity

Now that is magnificent

 

The red and blue flashing lights of a first friday night never seemed so normal

To the artist that grew up on a suburban street corner

But to me

They helped shape my childhood

 

Thank you to this Las Vegas neighborhood

For raising an artist who not only could

But would.

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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