My museum
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I wanted them to see me as art
to stand in awe and marvel
at the thought that such beauty existed
but i am not a monet
i am not a picasso
and as they realized that
their attention was dispersed throughout the museum of life
to find other paintings whose brush strokes werent shaken
and whose smile hadn't been painted on
to cover the fear that primed the canvas
I was not the Mona Lisa and I may never be good enough for the hall of classics
but this masterpiece was an original
This poem is about:
Me
Our world