I am....

I am art. 
My body is my canvas, 
my emotions are my songs, 
my heart beats the purest melody all day
and all night long. 

When i dance, 
I sway to the beat,
When i sing, 
all the little blue and brown birds sing along with glee,

I am made of the purest gold,
created from the sweetest honey,
molded from the finest cocoa,
I am me.... 



I am strong, 
I stand my ground through all the pain 
and the torment. 



I am Art.
My body is my canvas,
my emotions are my songs,
my heart beats the purest melody all day
and all night long.  




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